“Great.”

If Julian is going to be that long, then I better go check on Darcy and Lily. I turn back to Katie after I end the call, giving her a rough kiss on the mouth.

“You can finish that later.”Chapter FifteenKatieWhat am I supposed to do now?

I’m so tempted to go and check on Lily and Darcy, but I don’t want to risk making the situation worse. Especially if he’s going to try and get Julian to speak to Lily. If someone followed me and something happened, I’d never forgive myself.

I have no idea how long he’s is going to be, which means I’m stuck here. I look around the room and sigh. I guess there are worse places to be contained than in pure luxury. My phone beeps. I walk over and pick it up. It’s Mom.

“Hey, Mom,” I say.

“Sorry, who’s this?” Mom sniffs. “I don’t recognize your voice.”

“Mom,” I say, rolling my eyes. “You called me. Remember?”

“Oh. Right. Well, I haven’t heard from you in days. Is it that surprising that I’ve forgotten what you sound like?”

“Yes, actually, because you’re my mother.” I shake my head. I’m too tired for a conversation this weird. I change the subject. “How’s Alfred?”

“Fine. He’s such a good boy,” Mom begrudgingly admits. “You’ll be lucky if you get him back,” she warns me. “All this time is making me grow quite attached to him.

I roll my eyes. It’s great she loves that little dog as much as I do, but it’s been three days, not three years.

“I’m sorry if I’m being overprotective, Katie. I’m just worried about you.”

“I’m fine. Really,” I assure her.

I feel guilty for feeling annoyed. I know her heart is in the right place, but I’d just love to have a normal conversation that doesn’t lead back to how much I neglect her.

“I’m just helping Lily out,” I say. “Are we still on for dinner Monday night?” I add, knowing that will cheer her up.

“Of course,” Mom says. “I’m looking forward to it.”

“Okay, I’ll text you tomorrow.”

I put my phone down, an odd feeling of discontentment filling me. This time tomorrow, I’ll be back home. I should be looking forward to it but being back there means this thing with Adam will be over. I’ll go back to school and work, and … well, that’s it. That’s my life. That’s all I do.

I push the thoughts out of my mind, because they’re not going to help me relax and that’s what I desperately need right now.

I get a towel and peel off my clothes, then I scoop them up and sit them on the edge of the bath, ready to throw them in when I’m done. If that doesn’t wash them, then nothing will. I have nothing else to wear, which I guess doesn’t matter, because Adam isn’t going to let me leave this room, anyway.

I step into the tub and lower myself down into the water, sighing as the warmth hits my skin. I smile and close my eyes, savoring the feeling of the water immersing my body. I finally feel relaxed. I lie back, letting my body float against the soft hum of the jets.

Oh God, this is amazing.

It’s such a huge tub that you could fit six other people in here and still have room to stretch out. I lie there, relaxed, until I’m too relaxed. I struggle to keep my eyes open. When I wake up with a start, just as my head slips under the water, I know it’s time to get out.

Wrapping the towel around me, I wander back into the room and hang my clothes over a chair near the heater. They’ll take forever to dry, but it’s not like I’m going anywhere. I walk over to the closet and yank it open, relieved to see a thick, fluffy robe hanging there, waiting for me. I throw it on and tighten the sash around my waist, then I grab the room service menu off the desk and walk back over to the bed. My stomach growls as I read through it. I’m starving. Probably because I haven’t eaten today.

I call through to room service and order way too much. I figure Adam will eat what I don’t eat. While I wait, I text Darcy.

Me: Killed each other yet?

Darcy: Seriously, don’t even joke about it.

I call her, because I feel bad that she’s there, while I’m here.

“Hey,” I say when she answers. “I couldn’t tell what was sarcasm, and what wasn’t.”

“Trust me, by this point, everything is sarcasm.” She sighs. “No, it’s not that bad. She’s just so whiny,” she hisses. “The only thing I hate more than whine is cheese. But, we’re fine,” she assures me. “If you forget the fact that your cousin is a basket case and we haven’t eaten since yesterday.”

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