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“I had a few texts come through this morning,” I tell him, drafting up a quick text to Sheridan.
He just nods as he chews and then scoops up another bite.
Brynn: Seven Wrenley owns the house. He let me stay here last night but he has a friend who has an apartment. I might be moving over there today. I’ll keep you posted. I’m only getting reception occasionally so I’m not sure when you’ll get this text.
I send off the text, grab my fork, and start on the eggs.
“I’ll probably be out all day working on preparing the houses for the storm tonight. I’ll call Rita as soon as I get reception and see if she has room for you.”
He’ll be out all day?
In this storm?
And what more can he do? He’s boarded up all the windows and has the generators running.
I’m not going to question him, though. Having the house to myself without any distractions is something I could use to try to clear my mind and finish the rest of the outline for my book.
Though I want to curl up in a ball with the storm raging outside, I can’t make any excuses anymore. Otherwise, I’ll be returning my advance for this book along with any other losses that the publishing house endures due to PR and advertising losses. Not to mention that I’ll let down my readers who are counting on this book to be released on time.
I can’t let them down.
“I should write anyway. My book has a deadline in a couple of weeks. Hopefully, my laptop still has enough power to get me through today.”
He takes another bite of his food, which he has practically inhaled up to this point, and then walks towards a closet in the kitchen. I watch as he opens the door and pulls out a small black square.
The second he walks back over and sets the item down next to me, I know what it is.
“I charged this battery bank a few days ago. It should have enough power for your cell phone and laptop today. Is there anything else you need before I leave?”
I shake my head and stare down at the item Seven brought me.
The man is prepared and thinks of everything.
He takes the last couple of bites and then puts his dirty dishes in the sink.
“Thanks for this,” I say. “For everything, really.”
He just looks over at me without a nod or smile.
“I'll see you later," he says.
I watch him head out of the kitchen and then see him turn towards the front door.
I listen as the door opens, and the wind whips through the house before he closes it behind him.
And just like that, he’s gone and I’m in his house alone.
Chapter Eight
Seven
It’s been a few hours since I left Brynn inside after breakfast.
Did I have a lot to do out here in this shit weather? No, not really.
But I didn’t get a chance to make sure that my solar panels are screwed on tight and I wanted to make sure that none of the hits I heard against the roof last night caused any damage to them.
Any excuse to stay as far away from Brynn as possible is worth the risk.
