“It’s none of your business,” I grumbled. I looked around for our waitress and when I caught her eye I waved her over.
“Yes?” She questioned.
“I’m not feeling so well. Would you mind bringing me a box?”
“Sure, no problem.”
“Thanks,” I said, but she was already gone and didn’t hear the words.
“Are you really sick?” Emery asked skeptically.
“I think so. My stomach,” I mumbled.
I really did feel nauseous, but I knew I wasn’t really sick.
“I’m sorry I’m such a sucky friend,” I told him. “My treat,” I pulled out a credit card and handed it to the waitress when she breezed by with the box.
“What? No,” he protested.
“It’s the least I could do for ditching you.” I put the uneaten food in the box and stood. “Next time,” I pointed at him, “you’re paying.”
With a laugh, he said, “Deal.”
The waitress handed me my credit card and I signed the slip of paper.
Surprising Emery, I wrapped my arms around him in an awkward hug. “Thank you.”
“For what?” He asked skeptically. “I didn’t do anything.”
“You’re my friend.” I paused, then added, “I hope.”
“Of course,” he replied quickly without any hesitation.
“I know that being my friend is hard. So, thank you,” I repeated.
I left before he could say anything else.
I went home to my empty apartment, which seemed even emptier thanks to my cold and shriveled heart, and cried.
CHAPTER 13
Sutton
I’d called in sick to work three days in a row.
I wasn’t sick though.
Unless depression counted as an illness.
Well, I guess it did.
Telling Memphis the truth had cut me deeper than I expected it to. I guess I really did have feelings for him.
I knew it was nothing compared to the all-consuming inferno I felt for Caelan.
Speaking of Caelan, I’d seen a lot of him the past few days while I ditched my adult responsibilities. There hadn’t been much talking involved, which I was perfectly okay with.
Now, though, I was alone once more. Had been for hours.