Chapter 8
“I’m okay,” I insisted. “You heard the doctors, it was just a graze.”
I popped my pain medication and walked to my closet. Today we were wearing specific uniforms that the newly engaged couple wanted us to wear. Troy had told me some of the crazy outfits they had to wear in the past, so I guessed the black pants, white collared shirt, and black blazer wasn’t too bad. A little too Men in Black, but it was fashionable.
It was a day engagement party held outdoors, and the guys were already dressed for it. Who decided to have an engagement party at noon the day after New Year's Eve? Kind of irrational, if you asked me. Most of their party goers were going to be hung over. It was inevitable.
“With all your…health issues lately, do you really think it’s a great idea?” Jaxson said hesitantly.
I sighed. “I know, and you know I’d tell you if I wasn’t feeling great, but I am. Today’s the day we meet Otto, and I want to be there.”
“I think that’s the pain pills talking,” Remy muttered as he picked up my prescription bottle.
I slipped off my tank top, conscious of the dressing covering my wound. “This morning was the first time I popped one, and it really wasn’t necessary. I just took one as a preventative measure,” I said with a shrug.
“This is pretty strong stuff,” Jace said as he took the pain pills from Remy.
“On Remy and Jaxson’s insistence,” I barely refrained from rolling my eyes. “I told you guys I could bear through it. I’ve had worse in the past.”
I saw Remy’s jaw clench and wished I could recall the words. He hated when he was reminded of my past. I had cracked ribs before, my wrist had been sprained, not to forget all the pain I received evidenced by my scars. Heidi never took me to the doctor, so I had to suffer in silence on numerous occasions.
“Well, there’s no stopping her, but you are to be with one of us at all times today. Even if some batty, eccentric millionaire insists that you be her muse for the day,” Troy said gruffly.
I laughed as I pointed at the numerous boxes and bags that now piled on my couch. “I think she showed her appreciation plenty, don’t you think?”
I was woken up at ten o’clock this morning to the sight of several bellhops parading through the room with more clothing then I could wear in a year. I really hoped that Jemmy, Dawn, and Rachel could wear some of it. It seemed like a waste to have that much clothing. I could never—or would never—wear some of the pieces she had sent. Things that I would never be brave enough to wear in public. Clothing that the girls would love to have.
A note of gratitude had been attached to the clothing, along with several text messages. She told me if the apparel didn’t fit to return it to her and she would alter them. I had a feeling I would be sending a few pieces back for Jemmy and Dawn’s tall frames.
My phone rang, and I went over to see who was calling as I buttoned up my white top.
“Hey, Anna,” I said with an amused laugh. It was the tenth time she had called, in addition to the twenty or so text messages.
“I’m just calling to see if you’re okay,” she said for the fiftieth time.
I laughed once more. “Nothing has changed in the last ten minutes.
She sighed. “I still can’t believe you took a bullet for me. I hope you know that, as we speak, I’m getting a tattoo of Silvermist and Tinkerbell in remembrance of your heroic actions.”
I laughed in shock. “You’re kidding me, right? Isn’t there a seventy-two hour wait time before you decide on a tattoo and then actually put it on your body?”
I really didn’t think such a rule existed, but it sounded like a good one to me. Heck, I hadn’t even gotten one yet. Every time I thought I might like a certain one, I quickly changed my mind.
She snorted. “For normal people. I don’t know if you realized it or not, but I buck the standard. It’s too boring to follow social norms. I’m too fabulous for that.”
“Your nuts,” I snorted back, knowing she wouldn’t take offense.
My phone began to beep with an incoming call as Remy’s phone started going off.
“Silvermist and Tinkerbell, together forever!” Anna said in a sing-song voice.
“Well, Tink, I have to go,” I looked down at my phone and barely repressed a sigh. “I have to get ready, and my sister is beeping in.”
“Where are you going?” Anna asked, not caring that I told her I had to go.
“I have work in an hour,” I said as I looked at the clock next to the bed.
“Are you kidding me?!” She gasped in shock. “Give me the number to your boss. I’m calling him right now,”