go back to sleep.” I kiss her forehead, and she rolls over, giving me her back with a sigh.
I grab my cell off her nightstand and exit her room, closing the door behind me. I make my way down the steps and to the front door. I see my bag still lying in the entryway where April dropped it last night. I pick it up and walk out to my car. Throwing it into my passenger seat, I pause before I start my car and look over at it.
This is the first time in a long time that I haven’t woken up feeling like shit. Hungover or still high. I unzip the side pocket of the bag and reach inside to remove the pill bottle.
“What the …?” I bring it onto my lap and look inside it. It’s empty. I had a pill bottle there last night, and it was full. Where the fuck did it go?
I had it upstairs at the Airport, and then when I showered … someone was in my bag. The question is, who the fuck was it? It was there when I left. I had checked it. Then I came to April’s. She never got into it. We had sex, and her drunk ass passed out. Then Lucy messaged me. I went downstairs … Ethan. It had to have been him. He was standing in the entryway and was spooked when I turned on the lights. His hands in the pockets of his hoodie. He was hiding my pills from me so I wouldn’t catch him. He was leaving so he could go take them.
Motherfucker!
APRIL
I stand behind the counter, going through emails on my phone. Roses opens in two days but after Grave left my house this morning, I decided to get up and do a few last-minute things up here. The bell rings, signaling a customer has entered, and I look up in a panic that I forget to lock the door behind me.
“We’re closed.” I exit out of my email and open my call history, my finger hovering over Grave’s name.
“Hi.” The man waves as he steps inside, letting the door shut behind him.
“I’m sorry, but we’re closed,” I repeat, my thumb ready to call him. The guy is dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a white T-shirt that has a red Corvette on the front. His dark eyes look around, and he nods in approval when he gets to the vases on the shelves.
“I saw you at the Airport last night.” His dark eyes meet mine.
My body tenses. I knew I should have left after what Jasmine told me. “Who are you?” I ask.
He gives me a warm smile. “I’m Jimmy. Jimmy Trust. I’m good friends with Grave.”
“Oh.” My shoulders relax a bit. “Are you looking for him? Because he’s not here.”
He shakes his head. “No. I just wanted to come by and place an order for someone.” Ducking his head, he looks up at me shyly through his lashes. “For a special someone.”
I set my cell down. “Well, as long as you don’t need it today or tomorrow, I can help you out with that.”
“I won’t need them until next week.”
Opening the top drawer, I pull out my pad and a pen and slide it across the counter. “Just fill this out for me.”
He comes up to the counter, closing the distance between us, and starts writing down all the info. When he’s finished, he places the pen down. “Thanks so much. I want my girl to know just how special she is.” Then he exits without another word.
I look down at the paper and frown when I see Lucy Mason written out.
Picking up my cell, I call up Grave.
“Hey, babe,” he answers immediately.
I bite my lip to hide my smile as if he can see me. “Hey.”
“Everything okay?” he asks.
I love that he asks me that. “Yeah.” My eyes drop to the piece of paper on the counter and I chicken out. “I know you said we could do dinner tonight, but I was just wondering if you’d like me to bring you lunch today.” I’ll ask him tonight about Lucy. Obviously, they’re not exclusive. Or if they were, they’re not now. I saw how he avoided her last night and he didn’t even know I was watching him at that point.
“Why don’t you come up here for lunch and we’ll eat here together,” he offers.
“Sounds good.”
“Pull around the back of Kingdom and enter the private entrance. A