I’m considering joining that convent. Or maybe I’ll just go on vacation. I hear that’s good for the soul. I’ve always wanted to travel more. Maybe I should. Nothing is holding me to Nashville. Not any more.
Love,
Darcie
Fifteen
DARCIE
“Holy Shit, Chase! What happened?” I rushed forward, grabbing some paper towels to press to his side.
“I’m good, Darcie. It’s just a flesh wound. Bleeds more than it should.” He groaned when I pressed the towel to him, and I rolled my eyes.
“Yeah, I’m not buying that. Start talking.”
“I got into a little fight. It’s no biggie.”
“Uh-huh. So, you just happened to be in Nashville, about twelve hours from where you live, and found your way into my apartment, that you’ve never been to before, after a fight. Did I leave anything out?”
“That about covers it.” He grinned, attempting to flirt even while injured.
Cursing under my breath, I placed his hand on the spot I’d been pressing and stood walking to the sink to grab some water and the first aid kit. I looked him over as I set the things on the table, noticing some bruising around his eye. Whoever he’d gotten into it with had given him a black eye, too.
Thankfully, part of my training for MCD was first aid, so the steps quickly fell into place as I cleaned and dressed the wound. He was right; it wasn’t deep, but I wasn’t sure if butterfly bandages would be enough.
“I think you might need stitches.”
“Nah, chicks dig scars.”
“I’m more worried about you bleeding out, jackass.”
“Ah, so you do care about me?”
Rolling my eyes, I stood and cleaned up all the items and placed them in the trash. Washing my hands, I scrubbed them for a good minute.
“Sit tight. I’ll grab you something to wear.”
He snorted, and I knew he wasn’t going anywhere any time soon. Sighing, I changed my own clothes and found an oversized t-shirt I’d been given for a charity 5K I’d done last spring. Walking back into the kitchen, I helped him ease it over his head, trying not to smile at the sight of his handsome face in a pink tie-dyed shirt.
“Haha. I bet you’re enjoying this.”
“I am, a little. Though, I don’t enjoy seeing you hurt. Gonna tell me now what’s going on?”
“Nothing to tell. Quit your worrying, grandma.”
“Fine, keep your secrets. You hungry?” I asked, walking over to the fridge and pulling out a pizza.
“I could eat.”
Following the directions carefully, I preheated the oven and put the pizza on a pan, waiting for it to beep it was ready.
“Just add time,” Chase said, watching me.
“Nope. I respect the directions. Things don’t get burned if I follow them.”
The oven beeped, and I set it in delicately, closing it. I put on the oven timer and then turned, crossing my arms to give Chase my death stare, hoping it would make him crack.
“You know, you’re not really intimidating in a koala PJ-set, more cute than anything. It’s the socks that really do it for me, though.”