Page 67 of Other Woman Drama
I was on top of the world.
I’d singlehandedly fixed all of the hospital’s problems today by being a digital superhero and clearing the entire system of viruses.
I’d been praised a hero—though that was a bit of a stretch—and the IT team had gotten me a cookie cake for figuring it out.
I had a box of iced cookie perfection in one hand, and my bag in the other, when the call came in.
I grinned like a lunatic when my sister’s name flashed across my desk phone’s screen.
I didn’t wait to answer it.
I punched the button for the ringing line and placed the phone to my ear. “Aella.”
“Hey,” she hesitated. “Um, girl, what did you do to Webber?”
I frowned. “What do you mean what did I do?”
“He’s pissed as hell,” she whispered. “We’re at the clubhouse barbequing, and someone asked about you, and he shut them down so freakin’ fast that it was a bit scary.”
“I didn’t do anything,” I let my voice raise as I passed one of my favorite coffee shops, Hughey’s.
“Something happened,” she murmured. “He’s been such an asshole this entire barbeque. Try calling him and finding out. Maybe you’re unintentionally ignoring him.”
I snorted. “This is not on me.”
Then I’d told her about what had happened, ending with, “He never came over. Never called to apologize. Never reached out at all. Not even a text message.”
She blew out a breath. “Come over and fix this then.”
The problem with me going anywhere was…I was exhausted.
I didn’t think that I could drive for the hour it would take me to get to the clubhouse even if I wanted to.
“I can’t,” I admitted. “I didn’t sleep at all last night because I was thinking about Webber. And when I finally did get to snooze a little bit, work called me in. And I stayed well past my shift, and I’m now at over thirty hours with only about an hour of dozing shut-eye. I am exhausted.”
Too tired to fight it out with Webber, too.
But I would text him and ask him to call me.
Maybe that’d be my olive branch.
I pulled the phone away from my ear and borrowed one of the floor cell phones and did just that.
Me:
Hey, do you mind calling me? It’s Silver.
I put the phone back to my ear and reported, “I just texted him.”
Aella cursed. “He read it and then shoved the phone back into his pocket without replying.”
My stomach sank.
“I don’t know what I did wrong,” I admitted. “We were seriously good. He invited me over to his place. I was getting the pizza. The full pizza is still on my counter.”
“I don’t know, but I’ll ask around,” Aella offered.
I pinched the bridge of my nose as a headache started to form.
