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Chapter 31
Eden
It feels like all I’ve done since Dario rescued me is sleep and eat.
I’m lying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling while Dario’s working. At first, I tried to take an interest in what he was doing, but that shit’s so far over my head I quickly gave up.
Suddenly, it hits me like a lightning bolt that I haven’t called Sylvia, and I shoot upright into a sitting position. “Shit!”
The laptop almost flies off Dario’s lap as he shoves it aside, and a second later, his arm’s wrapped around my shoulder.
“What? Are you in pain?”
“I didn’t call my boss. She’s going to fire my ass.”
Shit, I lost my phone when I was grabbed.
Dario gets up and leaves the room, which has me calling after him, “Can I use your phone?”
Less than a minute later, he comes back, and when I see my phone in his hand, I crawl to the edge of the bed, asking, “Is it charged?”
“Yes.”
He hands it to me, and I quickly dial the diner’s number. It takes a while before the call is answered.
“Ben’s Burgers, how can we help you?” Sherrie’s voice comes over the line.
“Hi, Sherrie, it’s Eden.”
“Oh my God! Where have you been? Sylvia’s been losing her shit.”
Where have I been?
Not ready to tell anyone, I lie. “I was mugged again. The guy beat me up, and I was out of it. Is Sylvia there? Can I talk to her?”
A frown forms on his forehead. “Again? There was a first time?”
Shit.
I indicate for him to wait as Sherrie says, “Girl, you have the worst luck. Hold on while I call her.”
A moment later Sylvia’s voice sounds up in my ear. “Sherrie said you were mugged again. You okay?”
“Just beaten up pretty bad. Sorry, I didn’t call sooner.”
“I almost advertised your job. You’re lucky you called today. When will you be back? We’re getting busy with the holiday rush.”
Jesus.
“I’ll be in tomo–”
Dario pulls the phone out of my hand, and taking over the conversation, he says, “This is Dario, Eden’s boyfriend. She won’t be in for at least two weeks.” He listens for a moment, then mutters, “Do what you have to do.”
When he hangs up the call, I stare at him with wide eyes.
He sets the phone down on the bed, and leaning over me, he grips my chin between his thumb and forefinger.
Locking eyes with me, he grumbles, “Things are going to change. You’re no longer working at the diner. You will rest for the next two weeks.”
