He picked up the phone and dialed the appropriate apartment. “Mr. Prescott, your girlfriend is here.”
Not words Sean was accustomed to hearing. “My girlfriend? Tommy, are you sure you have the right apartment?”
“Sir, she has Simon with her.”
“Please describe her.”
“Sir, I don’t think that would be appropriate.” The doorman turned so Kyla couldn’t hear him.
“Tommy.”
He looked over his shoulder and began speaking. “She’s average height, dark skin, dark shoulder length hair.” She turned with her back facing him. He cleared his throat and whispered. “And she’s very, volu
ptuous. Sir, this is your, girlfriend?” he asked.
“Send her up. Thank you.”
“Will do.” He hung up the phone, smiling and addressed Kyla. “I’m sorry about that Miss.” He picked up the grocery bags and placed them in the elevator and held the door open for her.
“That’s okay.” He set the suitcase inside the elevator next to Simon. “Have a nice evening.”
“Here Miss.” He handed her a key. “You’ll need this to access Mr. Prescott’s floor, unless of course you already have one.”
“No, I don’t. Thank you.” She smiled as he showed her how to insert the key that unlocked the button to access Sean’s floor.
“Good night, Miss James.”
“Good night.”
The elevator door closed and a few minutes later, the elevator stopped and the door opened to the eleventh floor loft and the dogs ran out. Kyla pressed the button to hold the door open and placed the grocery bags on the other side of the elevator in the living space. She picked up her suitcase, removed the elevator key, and pressed the button sending the elevator back down. She took her coat off, walked into the kitchen and placed the bags on the counter.
“Hey boy.” Sean called out as Simon barked. “I missed you too.” Winnie barked and held her paws up begging for Sean’s attention. “Hey Winnie, where’s your mommy?”
He continued toward the kitchen and stopped when he got to the counter. Eyeing the suitcase by the elevator, he sat on the stool waiting for Kyla to come back into the kitchen. The sound of petite feet tapping across the floor coming from the pantry into the kitchen stopped when she looked up.
“Hey, what are you doing up?” She smiled.
“My doorman called and said my girlfriend was downstairs.” He smiled.
“I had to tell him something.”
“Uh huh. What is all of this?” Pointing to the food on the counter.
“Dinner. I forgot to ask you what you wanted, so I got the basics.”
“And the suitcase?”
“I’m here to take care of you.”
“Ky, it’s just a twisted ankle and a bruised thigh.”
“Which means, you should probably be in bed. What did the doctor say?”
“Pain killers as needed and keep my foot and leg elevated for a few days and come see him at the end of the week.”
“Come on.” She helped him up. “Let’s get you into bed…alone.” They both laughed and started walking toward the bedroom with the dogs running behind them.
“Ky…”