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“So you didn’t take the job with the Aces?” He sounds surprised by that.
“I did. I’m working remotely.”
“Oh. Will you move here when it gets closer to the charity ball?”
“I don’t know yet. Is there a reason why you called?” I ask, and I know I sound like a bitch, but, well, he kind of has it coming.
“Are you okay?” he asks. “You sound…strange.”
My voice is scratchy from spending the last two days vomiting, but I’m not about to admit that to him. “It’s probably because you haven’t heard my voice in two months, but yes, I’m fine.”
I hear Addy yell from the other room. “Are you talking to me?” At the same time, Asher says, “Look, Des…I’m sorry. Please give me another chance.”
I don’t respond to Addy since I have to address Asher. “I’ll still need to hide it from my dad, and you still won’t be comfortable with that.”
“Dowe have to hide it, though?” he asks.
Addy appears at my door, but her voice enters before she does. “You feeling any better?” She’s dressed and ready for work.
I point to the phone when she comes into view.
“Oh!” she says. “Sorry. Can I get you anything before I head to school?”
I shake my head and mouththanks.
“Why’s she asking if you’re feeling better?” Asher asks. “Are you sick?”
I blow out a breath. “It’s the stomach flu,” I mutter. “I’ll be fine.”
“Where are you?” he demands.
“I’m at my apartment in San Diego,” I say dryly.
“Text me the address. I’m on my way.”
“Stop it, Asher,” I say. “It’s a little stomach bug, and I don’t want you to get it.” You know, besides the fact that I don’t want him to see me at my absolute worst when it’s been a month and a half since the last time I saw him.
“Text me the address,” he grits out, and then he hangs up the phone.
I’m too stubborn to listen to him, so I don’t text him a damn thing. Instead, I close my eyes and try for more rest, but Addy shows up at my door.
“I didn’t leave yet. Who was that?”
“Asher.”
Her eyes widen. “Asher? What did he say?”
“That he misses me and wants to see me, but honestly, hearing from him made me feel even worse.”
“Then let me take the day off so I can take care of you,” she says.
“Don’t be silly. Your students are depending on you, and I’ll be fine. It sort of comes and goes anyway, but I’m just really tired and need some rest.”
“Can I ask you a question?” she asks.
I nod, not moving to a position for a chat.
“How long have you been feeling like this?”
