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I chuckled, walking toward the desk, and my luck, which was already shot to shit, went belly up. The fucker died on the spot.
My bag slid off my shoulder, throwing me off balance. I tripped on the carpet at the sudden jerk. The tray of coffees went up, up, and then right down on top of me. I laid on the floor, eyes closed, fighting back the urge to scream.
The coffees were hot but not scalding; my clothes and Rudy’s beautiful rug quickly soaked up everything.
“Love. Fecking hell. May, call an ambulance.”
“Here, I’m a medic, let me look at her.”
“I. Am. Fine,” I grumbled, bringing my hands up to wipe the foam of my latte and everything else off my face. “Nothing broken but my damn pride. Am I trying out for the next—what’s that movie where everything tries to kill people?”
“Final Destination?” Emory asked, a brow cocked.
“Yeah, that one. I want off that casting sheet. Jesus.”
“Ella, sweetheart, come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” May was squatting beside Rudy, her face pinched in worry.
I sighed. “I’m calling out dead for the next week. My mortification can’t handle anymore today.”
Rudy chuckled. “Aye, ye get aff yer arse now, love. I can’t function without yer pretty face where I can see it.”
I sat up and groaned. “I stand corrected.”
“What is it?”
“Where does it hurt?”
May and Emory spoke at once.
“My butt...” That sounded utterly pathetic. I chuckled and hid my face in my hands. “I’m a hot mess today.”
“Aye, yer—Hey!”
“Don’t you ever tell a lady she’s a hot mess.” May glared at Rudy. He was rubbing his arm.
“Yer a mean ol—never mind.”
I laughed hard at their antics.
“Yeah, good catch, kid. Don’t make me beat your butt in front of the security team.”
“Go ahead, I won’t tell a soul, ma’am.”
“Oh, feck aff.” Rudy turned to May. His Gran didn’t back down from his shit one bit. I loved it. They really were a solid team. She loved him, and he loved her. This was what a real family, dysfunctional or not, looked like.
“Him, Gran, not ye. I do know me limits.” He kissed her cheek.
“Yeah, yeah. You are your father’s son, after all.” She chuckled.
“May, can you please grab my spare clothes from the closet? I need to go to the bathroom and attempt to wash this coffee and milk concoction off.”
“Sure thing. You go on.”
“Use my loo, love. Just shower away. May keeps the cupboard stocked so ye should find what ye need.”
“How did I not know there was a shower in there?” My brows shot up to my hairline. I couldn’t do that one eyebrow thing. When I tried, it looked like I was having a stroke or something.
It was very off-putting. Though a good way to get weirdos at the park to walk away when I wasn’t in the mood to be nice. Some people just didn’t know what ‘I’m fine, thanks’ or ‘I don’t mean to be rude, but I need to go’ meant. This society was plain nuts sometimes. This was why I stayed inside and kept to myself.
