I’d assumed that she’d woken up and decided to make breakfast, even if it was just for herself. It was the middle of the week, and we both had work to do. My first lesson wasn’t until one o’clock, though, so I had a little time to kill.
My stomach growled, reminding me that I hadn’t eaten dinner yesterday. Add in the stress I’d been under, and how many calories I’d burned with Nyx last night, it was no wonder I felt like making a huge ham and cheese omelet.
Once I finished that, I’d head to the house and see if my dad had made any decisions. It wasn’t even yet twenty-four hours since we’d given him the ultimatum, but a stop by could make him realize that Nyx and I weren’t going to just back away.
My plan for the morning set, I headed to the fridge to get what I needed for breakfast. There, on the door, was a note. I hadn’t really expected Nyx to leave one, but I was glad she had. It meant she’d been thinking of me, and I was just insecure enough to need that reassurance. I had all the confidence in the world when it came to the physical stuff, but the emotional…I wasn’t so sure.
The note was brief, but the fact that it was there was what mattered.
Bradyn, I feel like a bit of an ass for leaving while you’re still sleeping, but I have something to take care of, and it’s on a bit of a timetable. I’ll see you later. - N
I was curious about whether or not the errand had to do with Nyx’s case, but it was a mild curiosity. Her case and my film shared a lot, but that didn’t mean they shared everything. There would be things she needed to find that had nothing to do with me or my family, and I wouldn’t ask her to share them just because we’d collaborated in other areas.
It was strange how quiet it was. Nyx wasn’t exactly talkative, but there was something to be said for the simple presence of another person. I’d never noticed it before, but I had a feeling that no matter how things went with Nyx, I’d never look at being alone the same way again.
I shook my head and settled in to eat my eggs. No more deep thoughts over breakfast. Stick with the plan. Eat. Go see my father. Hope I felt less like punching him than I had when I’d left yesterday.
That was doubtful, but I was trying to be optimistic.
When I stepped outside, I hoped the weather was a good omen. The end of October usually meant low to mid-seventies and today was a perfect example, a balmy seventy-three and sunny. After being in New York, I was definitely appreciative of the ability to walk around without freezing my ass off. Of course, according to Nyx, it had barely been chilly in the Big Apple. I didn’t even want to think about what it would be like in December or January.
Except, I might need to think of it, because I doubted Nyx would want to stay in Savannah.
Thinking that far ahead probably wasn’t something I should be doing, but I couldn’t help it. When I thought about making plans for the future, I wanted her to be in them.
As I pulled up to the house, my thoughts of Nyx moved to the background, and I began to think about what I would say to my dad. By the time I got to the door, I had something perfect in mind.
“If you’re here to see your father, he’s not at home.” The same new housekeeper I’d met earlier this month sounded bored.
“Do you know where he is?”
She folded her arms, and I realized that ‘bored’ wasn’t actually the right description. She looked…annoyed. As if she had far better things to be doing with her time than answering doors.
“Look, I can call him and tell him that I’m here with you and give him some long-winded explanation about how it’s your fault I’m interrupting whatever he’s doing.” I took my phone out of my pocket. “Or you can tell me where he is, and I promise he won’t know that it came from you.”
She glared at me for a few seconds more and then sighed. “Someone called from Check & Sons, said they had important information for him. He left about an hour ago.”
“Thanks.” I smiled, but she didn’t return it. “I didn’t