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“What the hell happened?” The yell hurt my head something awful.
Surprised, I jerked around. The glass slipped from my grasp, breaking on the granite edge of the counter, and fell to the floor.
Jordy laughed.
I had to put the heel of my good leg down to regain my balance. “Fuck,” I yelled as I yanked it back up with a piece of glass stuck in my foot. With glass in the heel and a bum toe, that foot was now useless. It hurt like hell to hop to the side on my bad leg.
Jordy kept laughing.
“Fuck you,” I said as I lifted my injured foot to the sink, turned on the water, and rinsed the injury.
“Want some help?”
“Fuck no.”
He walked around and grabbed my foot anyway. “Hold still, you big pussy, or you’ll jam it in farther.”
I grabbed the counter edge for support. “What the fuck are you doing here, anyway?”
“I drew the short straw. You fucked up with Serena, then you started drinking and got so plastered somebody had to babysit you.”
Outside of what I’d said to Serena, I didn’t remember much of last night. I knew I’d started drinking—a lot. Not remembering had been the objective, and I’d gotten that part right.
The room started to sway. The extra swigs of vodka were getting to me. “I need to get to the couch.”
“You need to hold still.” He yanked, and blood started to flow in the water as the glass shard came out. “And then you need to go man up and fix things with Serena.”
“I need more vodka and then to sleep on the couch.” The idea of using the bed I’d shared with Serena was too painful.
Jordy patted my foot dry with a paper towel. “If that’s what you want, get yourself there so I can bandage this. I’m not fucking carrying you.”
“You’re a fucking fool,”Lucas repeated.
“Ditto that,” Jordy said.
That pretty much summed up my brothers’ opinions of my behavior.
They’d even brought over my sister Alice to pressure me. But she was easy to ignore. I pointed out that she hadn’t even met Serena.
“But I’ve talked to her, and I know you well enough to know this is a mistake,” she argued.
“My life, my decision,” I repeated. This was going nowhere because they got no say in how I ran my life, and the risks I was and wasn’t willing to take.
After Marilyn, and after the mistakes I’d made while protecting Serena, she fell into the not-willing-to-take-that-chance category—end of subject.
“Stupid and stubborn,” Lucas said, pointing a finger at me. “Just like a fucking frogman.”
“That’s me,” I agreed, not interested in prolonging the argument. They’d already taken up enough of my drinking time.
Lucas pulled away from the wall. “Since this is such a nonissue with you, I’ll expect you back to work first thing Monday.”
That sucked. I’d wanted to spend a good solid week drinking away my misery. “See you then,” I said instead. At least I had the weekend.
Serena
“Serena, wake up.”
I blinked my eyes open on Friday morning to find Grace’s caring face.
