Serves Me Wright (Wright #9) - K.A. Linde Page 0,88
shower. I made myself some toast, eating it as I buttered his toast. He came into the living room with downcast eyes, a hand still clutching his head.
I slid the plate across to him on the kitchen island.
“Thanks.”
He took a small bite of the toast, trying to calm his rumbling stomach and ease the hangover that was thick on him. He didn’t say anything, just ate each piece of toast in tiny little bites. I didn’t have any idea how he was going to meet Weston in the state he was in.
After he finished, he cleared his plate, washed it off, and deposited it into the dishwasher. “Thanks for taking care of me.”
“No problem,” I said easily.
“Last night was…” He shook his head. “I don’t know. I don’t want to think about it.”
“It’s fine. You can have a bad night after what you went through.”
He smiled softly at me and then winced. “It seems I’m entitled to a bad morning as well.”
I laughed at him. “When’s your meeting? I left my car at home. Should I call someone to get me?”
“No, I’ll take you.”
“You should take a cab.”
He sighed. “Is it that bad?”
“Yeah,” I said with a smile.
He was still gorgeous to me, but he looked rough from the alcohol. Dark circles under his eyes, pale skin, and his hair was all mussed from the shower. He did not look like he was ready to tackle everything he needed to get through today.
“All right. If you say so. I’ll grab an Uber or something.”
I slid my phone out of my purse and texted Annie to see if she was free. She responded almost immediately, saying that she’d be there ASAP. That she had to get to the hospital and it was on her way.
“Annie is going to get me.”
He blew out a breath. “Well, that’s good at least. Now, if my headache would cease to exist, that’d be great, too.”
“Poor baby,” I said with a laugh, kissing his cheek.
I headed back into the bedroom to change back into my dress from last night, leaving Julian’s T-shirt on his bed. I picked up my purse, cursing myself for not taking my meds while Julian had showered. Now, I’d have to wait until I got home. I really preferred taking it first thing when I woke up. Oh well.
“Maybe we could pretend we haven’t woken up and go back to bed for the rest of the day,” Julian suggested.
I dropped my bag onto the side table and ran a hand back through my messy bob. “As much as I’d like that, you have things to do today.”
“Yeah. I don’t want to though.”
“Tough,” I teased.
He stepped forward, like he was going to draw me to him, but then the front door burst open. We stumbled apart in confusion as Ashleigh Sinclair strode in.
“Hey, baby,” she crooned. “I think I figured out our little distribution problem. Why are you not returning my calls?”
I gaped at her. She was in some white skirt suit with an actual silk scarf tied around her neck and four-inch nude high heels. Her hair and makeup were done up, as if for an event. She looked flawless as she carried a black leather folder before her.
“Ashleigh,” Julian said, his voice dipped with warning.
She smirked at him. “Don’t you look charming in this little…number?” She gestured up and down at him, still in basketball shorts and a worn-out T-shirt. “We’re going to need to get you cleaned up, so we can make the meeting with the distributors.”
I looked back and forth between them in confusion. “What is going on?”
Ashleigh sighed heavily and turned to me. “Oh, you’re still here?”
“Still here? I’m his girlfriend. What are you doing here?”
Ashleigh shot me a look of straight pity. “He didn’t tell you?”
“Tell me what?”
“Ashleigh, this isn’t the time,” Julian said.
I whirled on him. “Tell me what?”
Julian held his aching head. “There was a…problem with the distributors. So, I asked Ashleigh for her help because she knows them.”
“When?” I snapped.
“Uh…Friday night.”
I saw red at those words. I stumbled back a step from him. The man I’d spent all night and morning taking care of. And now, he was telling me that the night that he’d refused to take my calls or answer my texts was the night he had been with his ex-girlfriend.
“And you never thought to mention that when I was trying to get ahold of you that night?”
“My phone is really broken,” he said hastily. “I don’t have it.”