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Who? Hannah or Cash?
I go back to staring at the living room ceiling.
Ten
HANNAH
He didn’t hear me. There’s no way he heard me. No way.
I’ve been going back and forth on that all day, from when I woke up and found Savage was gone, to when I spilled coffee over my shirt at the kitchen sink, to now, in the library listening to Irma grumble about unpaid late fees and how the youth of today have no respect.
“You would think,” Irma says, “that they would understand what it means when we say have the book back by a certain date. But nooooo. They just don’t get it.” She taps away on the keys at the computer, using the index fingers of either hand to type. “No, they just cannot fathom what it means to return a book on time. There are other people who want to take out those books.”
“Yuh-huh.” I nod and stare out of the open doors of the library.
It’s a strangely blustery day outside. The clouds rolled in this morning, accompanied by the occasional gust of wind or a roll of thunder. There’s this strange tension in the air, like the world’s holding its breath and waiting for something to happen.
Or maybe that’s my nerves talking. This afternoon, I’m heading out to Savage’s ranch for a one-day self-defense crash course. Thank God June will be there, because I can’t be alone with him after last night.
He didn’t hear you.
But he was right there. Right outside the door.
And I ran into him.
It was late. I was sure he wouldn’t be awake, and I’d woken up from the most erotic dream ever, featuring Savage, of course, and well, a girl has to do what a girl has to do. It wasn’t like I was out there in the living room, flicking the bean, as Marci would call it.
I was in the privacy of my own bedroom, and I was quiet about it.
Wasn’t I?
Oh God, what if I wasn’t quiet enough?
What if he’s currently so revolted about what he heard that he’s avoiding me?
That’s a good thing. That’s what you want. Savage probably heard me and decided to tender his resignation as my bodyguard as a result.
Kill me now.
“—storm rolling in, we can be sure that those books will be late too.”
“Yeah,” I say, patting Irma on the shoulder. “You know what, I’ll print out another notice about late books and stick it up in the library. Will that help?”
Irma sniffs. “Your guess is as good as mine. It’s the least you can do, since you’re abandoning us.”
“That’s six weeks away. And it’s just for a few months,” I say.
“Let’s hope your job is still here when you get back,” Irma replies, waspishly.
Her bark is worse than her bite, and I’m used to it by now. Irma likes verbal jousting, but if you show her that she bothers you, she’ll never let it go. Besides, if you get upset about everything a person says, you’ll never have enough time to look after yourself.
And if Taylor Swift has taught me anything, it’s that karma is my friend.
“Aren’t you leaving?” Irma asks. “You’re done for the day.”
“Yeah,” I say, and then take a step out from behind the counter. I stop, shaking my head, and go back and grab my purse before heading out. This is it. I’m supposed to go home, pack an overnight bag, and drive out to Savage’s ranch. June’s meeting me there after she’s run a few errands, so I’ll be fine. I’ll be totally fine.
He so didn’t hear you orgasm while screaming his name.
