I’d stooped to an all-time low—an embarrassing, pathetic low. I almost deleted the texts to Abe but didn’t. I needed to know what I’d told him.
Karma: I don’t give a fuck about you either!!!
Karma: Have a crappy life, you lying, cheating son of a bitch.
I should’ve never put his number into my phone when he gave it to me. Stupid me. I’d only done it in case my ex had found me. Abe would’ve made sure Nova was safe.
Dear God, no. Don’t let it be…
But I’d missed my chance to have a prayer answered.
Abe had called me. It wasn’t a long call, just over six minutes.
Still, what if I had told him Nova was his daughter?
No, I was confident he’d be at my door pounding on it right this second if I had.
Before worrying over Abe, I needed to send Jaynee a quick text.
Karma: How about after 5?
Jaynee: You got it. That bad, huh?
Karma: Worse
Jaynee: Drink water, take aspirin, and sleep.
Karma: K, thx
Jaynee was an incredible mom and friend and would probably never do what I’d done last night. I shuffled down the hallway and heard the shower running. This whole time I’d been wandering around naked like it was a normal thing to do.
Jeez, you’re a hot mess.
As I told Jaynee, this hangover was terrible. The worst I’d ever had.
A shower would help before I went back to bed, except the steam had diminished. What a waste. Warm water was better than cold, right?
I went under the showerhead and ran my hands over my face. It wasn’t horrible after all. Maybe it would help clear out the whiskey from my system. I needed clarity and more rest before Nova came home.
Several minutes later, I brushed my teeth, did my face routine, and blew dry my hair.
I still felt like crap, but hey, I was clean.
Next up, sleep.
I made my way to my bedroom and went to the dresser to put on an oversized T-shirt. I almost took out my favorite Mötley Crüe shirt I’d found at a yard sale—I only paid a buck for it. Best find of my life. I would’ve loved to have seen them in concert during their glory days, but that was before my time.
“Don’t do it.” I didn’t listen to myself as I reached my hand toward the back of the drawer and pulled out one of two shirts I had of Abe’s.
When he’d taken me to Montana to deflower me on my eighteenth birthday, he’d let me wear his white tank top, and I had never given it back. Not like he had cared. He had dozens of them, black T-shirts too. A couple of months after our trip, I’d taken a black tee, so I could smell him when he was on a run with his dad. That was the week before he destroyed us.
After all these years, they should’ve been thrown into a burn pile, but I hadn’t been able to part with them.
I slipped the tank on. It barely covered my ass. Abe had loved when I wore it, teasing and tempting him with my sexy dance moves.
My hands glided over my breasts and down my hips, following the curves of my thighs. It turned me on, remembering how he touched me, how he’d licked every inch of my body every chance he got. His wicked tongue had made me come more times than his cock had.
I exhaled a breathy sigh, getting myself worked up. But I wouldn’t go there again, so I avoided my inner thighs.