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The corners of his mouth lift, and he presses a soft kiss to my mouth, then mutters, “Christ, you’re a tough negotiator.”
Bella wakes up from where she’s snoozing, and worms her way in between Dario and me, sniffing all over my face.
Dario climbs off me, and a second later, says, “Give me your banking details.”
I ramble the details to him while playing with Bella.
Dario lets out a chuckle as he opens his laptop again. “Just remember you agreed to the deal.”
“Yeah-yeah.” I sit up again. “I’ve slept enough. Can we watch some TV?”
“Give me a second while I wait for the transfer to go through.”
“It could’ve waited.” I climb off the bed and pick up my cell phone. Noticing I have messages I scroll through them.
There are two from Sylvia threatening me to get my ass to work, but they were sent before I called her.
There’s one from Sherrie asking if I’m okay.
I open the text and send her a reply.
Thanks for checking up on me. I’ll swing by the diner when I’m better.
Opening the last message, I let out a gasp.
Quincy: I don’t know if you’ll ever see this. I’m okay. I hope you’re okay too. No one’s telling me shit.
Jesus, how could I forget about him?
Pressing dial on his number, I don’t have to wait long for him to answer.
“Eden! Are you okay? Where are you?”
Hearing the worry in his voice makes me feel a little emotional.
“I’m fine. I’m at home. Are you still in the hospital?”
“Nah, I got out this morning. I’m at home with Anita making a fuss over me.”
I let out a relieved sigh. “I’m so happy to hear that.” Brushing a hand through my hair, I mutter, “I’m sorry you got shot because of me.”
He clears his throat. “What happened to you after they shot me?”
“Nothing worth retelling,” I say so I won’t cause him any worry. My chin starts to tremble, and I swallow hard on the emotion. “I’m glad you’re home.”
Dario comes to stand next to me, rubbing his hand up and down my back.
“I have to go, but it was nice talking to you,” I tell Quincy. “Enjoy all the attention you’re getting from Anita.”
“I will. Take care of yourself.”
We end the call, and I let out another breath of relief.
“Quincy?” Dario asks.
“Yeah.” I glance up at him. “How did you know?”
“You mentioned hospital and Anita, which is his wife’s name.”
