“He didn’t do anything. I mean, we did a lot of stuff, but none of it was bad. Exactly.”
I picked up my plate. I didn’t really believe her. And sometimes I needed to see her face to face to get her to really talk. I heard a few electronic dings.
“Ry? My spidey sense is vibrating like my rabbit, girl. What’s going on?”
“I need to figure some stuff out. Then I promise I’ll talk about it.”
“Seriously, so I need to get my shovel?” I brought my plate into the kitchen, then grabbed my keys.
“No. But I think we both need to have a little discussion.”
I put down my keys and leaned on my counter. I hadn’t exactly been hiding Caleb, but I’d been enjoying our private bubble. “Looks like we both have some tea to spill.”
“With all the wine. I don’t think tea will cover it.”
I went back to my living room and pulled the silk scarves off my lamps. “Are you sure you can do this trip with Hurricane Rainbow alone?”
“No,” she said with a laugh. “But I think I need to. I need to ground myself. I’m a freaking mess about everything.”
I stepped in front of the speaker and crossed my arms. “I hate this. You should let me come over.”
“Rainbow is gassing up the Rainbow Mobile, and we’re heading out.”
I knew she’d made up her mind, dammit. “Make sure you at least text me while you’re on the road, so I can make sure you’re all right.”
“Yeah. I will.”
It was a rare moment that my girl’s voice wavered. Instantly, I took all her twisted emotions inside of me. Being an empath sucked sometimes. “Take care of you.”
“Take care of you,” she answered automatically.
And then she was gone.
I sighed. The urge to dance for Caleb had disappeared. But I didn’t really want to be alone either.
Grabbing my phone, I went across the hall and knocked on the door.
Caleb answered with interest in his eyes, but he quickly banked it under concern. “Hey. Everything okay?”
I shrugged. “She’s okay. Just going through some stuff.”
He cupped my cheek and gave me a soft kiss. “Chinese food and some Lucifer?”
“You don’t mind?”
He laughed and backed up to let me in. “Not at all.”
He was a good man. Probably too good for me, but I really wanted him to hold me. I wasn’t used to leaning on someone, but maybe I’d give it a spin.
Giving and receiving comfort was part of being friends with benefits, right? Or it could be. No harm, no foul.
It wasn’t as if we were already getting in too deep.
Eleven
“Are you sure about this?”
“About what?”