Page 34 of Life To My Flight

Perfection.

That’s what it was.

In his arms, nothing in the world mattered.

The consequences were gone.

Our distance was gone.

What was left was just us. Cleo and Rue.

Chapter 6

It’s hard to be understanding when you’re surrounded by dumb motherfuckers.

-Tru’s secret thoughts

Rue

“Mmph-hello?” I answered the phone sitting next to my face.

“Hi, this is Dortea Annapolis.” The woman paused. “My secretary called you and set up an appointment time for this morning, however, you’re not here yet, and I wanted to double check to make sure we were supposed to meet.”

My eyes snapped open, and I groaned when I saw the clock. 10:33.

“Shit, I mean, shoot. I’m sorry. I’m sick. But I can still come if you need me to. I just need a couple of minutes to get dressed and get over there,” I croaked.

The woman made apologetic noises. “I’m sorry to hear that, dear. But the trial takes place next week, and I need your statement confirmed. We already have the arresting officer on the case here waiting. Basically, as long as you can get here, I don’t really care what illness you have .... as long as it’s not deadly.”

I groaned and sat up. “Okay, I’ll be there in,” I said glancing at my clock. “Fifteen minutes. I just have to find some pants.”

She chuckled, and we hung up.

I forwent my jeans for a nice pair of sweats, pulled on a hooded sweatshirt I’d stolen from Cleo, and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

My hair looked horrible, however there was nothing I could do with it besides taking a shower, so it was staying how it was.

I shuffled out of my bedroom and into the living room only to find a man sitting on my couch.

“What the fuck?” I asked him.

It was the same man who’d dropped me off from work a few days ago. The older one with the sexy salt and pepper hair. Oh, and that beard!

He was sitting on my couch with his feet propped up on the coffee table, watching bowling of all things.

“You look like shit,” he said eloquently.

“Thanks. Are you here to be my babysitter?” I asked.

He nodded and went back to the TV. “Everyone else was working. Lucky me. However, it beats the hell out of what I was going to do.”

I didn’t bother asking him what it was he was ‘going to do.’ He didn’t seem the type to be expounding on his answers.

“I have to go to the DA’s office. You coming with me or am I driving myself?” I asked.

“Do you need me to come with you? You look capable to me. I was just supposed to be here in case you started talking crazy again,” he said.

“What’s your name?” I finally asked.

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