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“Good. We’ll be back in San Francisco Saturday night, and I want you come stay with us on Sunday.”
I bite back a groan. “I’m not a little kid you have to keep tabs on at all times.”
“That’s not how I mean for this to come off. I just miss my amazing cousin and I want to see her.”
My lips tremble at the sincerity in her tone, at how I can feel just how much she loves me in those few words. It makes me think of Lewis and how he doesn’t have anyone in his family he can count on like I do. I wonder if he has anyone in his life to help him right now...
That thought makes me ache for him, despite the way things ended between us.
Naomi and I exchangeI love yous and hang up. I quickly clean up my face in the mirror, take a deep breath, and walk into the office.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Lewis
“Good god. What the hell happened to you?”
The sound of Katie’s voice rings like a gong in my head. Then comes the jolt of pain shooting through my skull.
I groan into my pillow.
A cracking sound echoes in my ears, and I wince. That piercing sound definitely didn’t help my hangover-induced headache.
When I finally peel open my eyes, I shout into my pillow at the shock of sunlight. It burns through my eyeballs, setting my skull on fire.
“What the...”
“It’s called sunlight, Lewis. You look like you could use some.” Katie moves to yank open the set of blinds on the other window in my bedroom.
I mutter a string of profanities into the pillow while punching the one next to me. The mattress depresses at my feet. I roll over, thankful that I forgot to take off my shorts when I passed out last night after downing all the alcohol in my house. Katie’s like my big sister, and I’d die if she saw me naked.
“You auditioning to be a zombie extra onThe Walking Deador something? Gotta admit, that’s a bit of a step down for you. You’d for sure be an episode regular—come on now.”
“You’re hilarious,” I mutter into my pillow.
She smacks the back of my calf.
“Ow!” I jolt up from the bed like a fish flopping on dry land. I twist around and squint at her, my eyes burning as they adjust to the sunlight. “What the hell are you hitting me for?”
Her frown is lethal, just like I remember it. Although it’s been ages since she’s aimed it at me.
“What the hell is going on with you? You haven’t returned any of my messages or calls since you’ve been back in LA.”
“I’ve been busy.” I shove a pillow over my face, my head throbbing as I breathe through the thickness.
“Busy wallowing? Busy trying to drink yourself to death?”
“Sure.”
“Your current state wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with that woman whose house you were photographed at in Half Moon Bay, would it?”
Just the mention of Harper has my chest threatening to implode.
Harper.
For the past two weeks, ever since I walked out on her, I’ve been like this. Missing her so bad that it feels like my heart’s been through a wood chipper. Feeling like I want to punch myself in the face when I think about how I made the biggest mistake of my life by leaving her...
I toss away the pillow, wincing when the brightness hits my face. “What are you doing here, Katie?” I ask, blatantly ignoring what she just asked me.
