Page 56 of Undone

CHAPTER NINE

The Gift

Ten days later…

“I REALLY MISS DELIVERY.” My stomach growled. I was too lazy to cook. Sighing, I paused Netflix and shuffled to the kitchen for my emergency bag of Doritos.

I reached on my tippy toes, hands swiping across the top shelf, but it was gone.

Crap.

I must’ve already binged on it. What I wouldn’t give for Thai delivery right about now. The lack of a variety of foods an app away is the only thing I really miss about Chicago.

A knock on my door had my hands fastening my ratty robe tighter. I peered through the peephole finding Rog on the other side.

“Silver Fox… to what do I owe this pleasure?”

He didn’t reply. The look he gave said it all. “I’m doing some work in the old barn out back. It might get loud. Some boys are coming over to help out.”

“Fine. Not a problem.” I moved back, shutting the door.

“She’s worried about ya’… now I understand why.”

“Thanks, I know I look like shit. It’s part of the process. I’ll see Dev in school on Monday.”

“Women,” he muttered under his breath, as he walked away.

“It was nice to see you, too Rog,” I called out, closing the door.

I really am pathetic.

But missing Smith hurts like hell. Taking some time to mourn what might have been—is perfectly normal, right? But I really should snap out of this. Especially since it’s unlikely Smith is moping around the clubhouse. Afterall, he’s the one who dumped me.

Sniffing the stink of stale chips and sweat on myself—I moved to the bathroom to take a long, hot shower.

I smelled clean after, but heartache still clung to me. I was debating whether to boil water for the lonely package of Ramen noodles I found in the pantry when another quick knock came from the door.

It was Rog.Again.I rolled my eyes and let him in. “I have to be nice because you’re Dev’s man and all…but I really don’t want to be bothered.”

Ignoring my comment, he grunted, “Put your shoes on.”

“I hate bossy men.”

He rolled his eyes.

“No, you didn’t.”

“I did.”

“Where are we going?” I asked, as he took me by the elbow and out the door.

He grunted.

“Is that a response?”

“Smith was right…”

“What was that?”

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