Someone had swept up most of the glass, she noted. It wasn’t just gone from the entryway but pretty much everywhere. Looking around the dining room, she noticed that some other things had been cleared as well.
Maybe the insurance had started work on that part already. She shrugged and went up to her office. A quick call to Catherine confirmed that she would come by today to work on their next steps.
“Kayla?” Lauren’s voice echoed up the stairs.
Sighing, she went to the stairs and called back down. “I’m up here.” She waited until her friend reached the top of the stairs before going back to her office.
Lauren followed. “I’m so sorry about everything. I’ll help pay for whatever needs to be done.”
Kayla turned to face her. “You will not. That’s what insurance is for. And stop apologizing; you didn’t do this.”
“I know.” Lauren took a seat. “I tried calling you yesterday.”
“I just needed some time to process everything.”
“Understandable. What can I help with? Give me anything, something, to do.”
Kayla looked over at her friend who was no doubt having her own inner turmoil. “I’m mostly waiting on Catherine and trying to pull the number of refunds and dates to cancel.”
“Cancel more? Did you hear from the insurance company?”
“They said a month at least.”
Lauren scoffed. “That’s ridiculous. Between any of the guys, they can get something moving much faster. I mean other than the glass, a lot of it is just clean up and ordering new stuff, right?”
“I don’t know. The adjuster sent over a report, but I don’t know what half this shit means.”
“Something for me to do, then. Email it to me, and I’ll see if I can make heads or tails of it.”
Kayla did and they both sat there quietly working on their own stuff for a while until Catherine interrupted them.
“It looks better than it did Monday night down there,” she commented as she walked in.
Kayla looked up from her computer to greet Catherine. “I don’t know who cleaned it up. I wasn’t here yesterday.”
“Your guards might have done it.”
“Not my guards; they’re your brother’s,” Kayla reminded her.
“They are yours while they are here. Why do you sound pissed off about it?”
“Hey,” Lauren interrupted. “Why don’t we order some lunch and you can tell us about your ride home with Ryker while we wait, and then we can get started?”
“I guess,” Catherine answered.
Kayla nodded and Lauren ordered something.
“Hate to ruin your need for a good story, but he drove me home, I got out, the end,” Catherine said.
“It’s a big deal that he offered, though?” she asked.
“It was definitely out of character for him, and I thought he wanted to say something, but he never did.” Catherine got comfortable and set up her laptop.
Kayla didn’t comment. She had thoughts, but she didn’t want to tell anyone her own stuff until she had sorted that out, and she wasn’t sure she was in a good headspace to give anyone else advice.
“Wonder what it was?” Lauren asked.
“I didn’t push him. He avoids me at all costs, always. It was weird enough for him to offer to drive me home, so I didn’t question anything else. I’m trying to put that man out of my mind.”