“I have to go.” She wobbles back into the elevator, not so steady on her heels anymore. Once she steps in, she aggressively hits the button for the doors to close.
As soon as they do, my mind begins to run. Did she and Vincent have something going on? She might be a snotty jerk, but what a hell of a way to find out he married someone else if they did have something between them. Even if it was just casual. Hell, she might feel the same as I am at the moment. Thinking it could be more but really it’s only sex to Vincent. I suddenly can’t call him Vinny anymore. It feels too intimate.
“I don’t like her,” Fay tells me as I enter the house.
“Why don’t you like her?”
“She’s fake and wants Vincent to wife her.”
“Really?”
“Trust me. I’ve gotten good at reading them. Vincent doesn’t pay attention to any of it.” She rolls her eyes. “But I suppose it doesn’t matter because he doesn’t fall for them. He got himself a real one.”
Damn, I don’t know what to do with that.
“So you want to make some cookies today?” She changes the subject.
“I wish I could, but I have a terrible headache.”
“Oh, sweetie. Do you need anything?”
“I just need to lie down. A nap normally knocks them out for me.”
“All right. Then I’ll leave you be.” She gives me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “If you need anything, you call me. Got it?”
“Got it,” I say before she’s out the door, leaving me alone in this giant house. I wasn’t lying about the headache. Whenever I get worked up, they hit me, and I feel one creeping up my neck right now.
I kick off my shoes and jeans before I fall into bed. I hate that when I close my eyes all I see is Lauren.