Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
“Abby.”
She smiles at me, and her eyes are glazed over. She’s had a few drinks and has a little buzz. She wraps her arms around me. “Olivia! My maid of honor! This is the best party ever.”
I roll my eyes. She pretty much planned this whole thing. The only thing I was allowed to do was pick up the cake. “Yes, it’s perfect. Hey, have you seen Jason? He was supposed to be here tonight, but I haven’t seen him.”
“Oh, Davis said he wasn’t coming.”
When she doesn’t say anything else, I roll my hand at her. “Oookay, do you know why?”
She shrugs. “Davis said he’d tell me later.” When she sees the expression on my face, her mouth forms an O. “I should have asked him, shouldn’t I? Come on, let’s go ask him now.”
We don’t have to go far. Davis is right behind her. All she has to do is turn to look for him and he opens his arms, pulling her against him. “You having fun, wifey?”
She slaps his chest. “I’m not you’re wife yet.”
His voice is adamant. “Oh, you’re my wife. I don’t need a piece of paper to prove it. You’re mine, Abby.”
She laughs and then clears her throat when she remembers I’m standing here. “Where’s Jason?”
Davis’ eyes widen as he looks at me. “Oh.”
I nod and cross my arms over my chest. “Yeah, oh. Where is he?”
He shakes his head. “Shit. He didn’t tell you?”
I uncross my arms and hold my fists at my side. “Tell me what?”
He starts to backtrack, but there’s no way he’s going to leave me hanging like this. “What is it, Davis? What is it he didn’t tell me?”
He tilts his head to the side, and it’s obvious he’s having an internal struggle on whether he should tell me or not. When it looks as if he’s not going to answer me, I take a step forward. “Davis, listen. He said he was going to be here tonight, and he’s not answering my texts or my calls. I’m worried about him. Please, tell me what’s going on.”
He blows out a breath and brushes his hand through his hair. “He had a doctor’s appointment today. He didn’t tell you?”
I try to recall last night and this morning, but I don’t remember him saying anything about a doctor’s appointment. I shake my head. “No, he didn’t. Is he okay?”
He leans down as if what he’s about to say is some kind of secret. “Look, it’s not my place to tell you. I can say that he’s okay and he’s at his apartment. I checked on him before I came here.”
I look at Abby, and she’s able to read my face without me even saying a thing. “Go. God, of course, go Olivia.”
“But…” I start.
She rolls her eyes and starts pushing me through the crowd. “Go, Olivia. Check on your man. It sounds like he may need you. The party will be winding down soon anyway.”
I stop and turn. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, absolutely I’m sure. Wait, have you been drinking? I can get someone to drive you.”
I shake my head. “No, not a drop.”
She laughs and hugs me. “Go talk to Jason and make sure he’s okay. If it was Davis, I would go too.”
And that is what convinces me. I hug her back and practically run out the door to my car. I make it to the compound in record time, and when I walk over to his apartment, I pound on the door and wait for him to open it.
When he opens the door, he says, “Hello.” All I can do is look at him. I’m not sure what I expected, but it feels good to see him standing in front of me. He looks tired. Exhausted, really, but he’s standing and looks okay from where I’m at.
“Olivia?” he asks.
I pull myself together. “Are you going to ask me in?”
He grips the door. “What are you doing here? I thought you’d be at the party.”
“I was, but I got worried when you wouldn’t answer your phone or respond to my texts.”
He doesn’t invite me in. “I turned my phone off. You should have stayed at the party. I won’t be good company tonight, Liv.”
The fact that he calls me by the nickname he gave me gives me some peace. “Ask me to come in, Jason.”
He finally steps to the side, and I walk past him. I toss my purse onto the coffee table and settle onto the couch. “What doctor appointment did you have today? And why didn’t you tell me about it?”
I wait for him to sit next to me, but he doesn’t. Instead he’s standing up with his arms crossed over his chest. It’s obvious he doesn’t want to talk about it, but I’m not giving him an out. “You can’t just stand me up and not answer your phone, Jason.”