Devon’s ringtone started again, pulling me back to the present. No time for overthinking when I had to deal with Devon fucking Chambers and his giant ego.
“Speak, Devon,” I answered as I wheeled through the lobby.
“Where are you?”
“I’m headed to the buses.”
“That didn’t answer my question.”
“Mmmhmm.” His sudden interest in me couldn’t have been more annoying. Ever since he found out about the baby and Mo, he’d made sure to track me down each day and...dote on me, I guess the word was. It was very strange, and I hardly knew how to handle it.
He sighed. “Did you have a good night?”
“I did. Can I help you with something?”
“Yeah. My laptop is fucked up and I can’t get the movie I want to watch to play. Think you could take a look at it before the buses head out?”
I counted to ten inside my head before I answered. “I’ll be there in fifteen minutes, but I’m not IT. I can’t make any promises I’ll be able to fix it.”
He chuckled. “You can do anything, Mickey.”
I basically hung up on him and climbed into a taxi. My head leaning against the window, I was suddenly tired, even though I’d gotten really good sleep last night. I’d been doing this for so long—always moving, traveling, walking away from things I didn’t really want to leave—I was road-weary, and maybe a little world-weary. Thinking about building a new life at home made me even more tired, though. I closed my eyes, letting the Miami morning sun warm my face while I sped away from Mo back to Devon.