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Authors: Nicole Green
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Janet’s house.
They got out of the car and Whitney checked her purse for her cell phone after she locked her car out of habit. Melinda started to walk toward the house, but she stopped and turned when Whitney didn’t follow her. “Whit? What are you doing back there?”
“Shoot,” Whitney said, pawing through her bag.
“Huh?” Melinda raised her eyebrows.
“My phone. I don’t see it anywhere.” Whitney frowned.
Melinda groaned. “You must have left it at that drunk boy’s place. Wanna go back and get it?”
Whitney slowly shook her head. “We don’t know that it’s there. I don’t remember seeing it since the bar. I could have dropped it at the bar, in the parking lot, or anywhere.”
“We could at least go see.”
Whitney shook her head, rubbing a hand across her weary eyes, which stung with fatigue. “You know what? It’s late and it’s been a beyond crazy Christmas. I just wanna get in the bed right now,” Whitney said with a sigh. “I’ll worry about it tomorrow.”
She was just glad she’d left her BlackBerry at home where she couldn’t lose it. If Andersen tried to reach her on that thing and wasn’t able to, the world might collapse. She dreaded going upstairs to turn it back on now that her mother’s Christmas BlackBerry ban was officially over to find out if he had tried to call or email her or not.
Chapter 6: When You Wake Up, I’ll Be Gone
When Chace opened his eyes in the morning, he immediately closed them again. Everything felt like sandpaper. His eyes, throat, tongue. Just—everything. He tried opening his eyes again. It was a little easier the second time.
He concentrated on thinking back to the night before. He remembered Tim and the 7-11. Making a fool out of himself at karaoke. Kelly, of course, before all that.
But most of all, he remembered Beautiful Whitney. He smiled, turning his head to look at the untouched glass of water on his nightstand. And then down at the throw blanket covering him. She’d done more for him in one night than Kelly had done for him in months.
Whitney. He tried to remember every detail about her. The way her sweater dress had clung to her shapely body. The warm brown of her skin. Her round face and soft brown eyes. Her black hair with brown highlights pulled away from her beautiful face. The slight slant of her eyes. The scent of her when his head was on her shoulder. Soft and sweet and woman. Just like all the rest of her.
He pulled himself to a sitting position on the edge of the bed and yawned, pushing the throw blanket aside. He pulled his cell out of his pocket and glanced down at the screen. He had several missed calls. Two numbers he didn’t recognize. He’d probably been giving out his number at the bar like a fool. He doubted either of them were Whitney. He would have remembered giving her his number. He was sure of it. Besides, if she hadn’t thought he was an idiot at 7-11, she had to think it for sure after bringing his sloppy-drunk butt home.
His stomach dropped when he realized that the other missed calls were from Kelly. She’d also sent him a text saying that she’d meant it when she said she still wanted to be friends and she hoped he didn’t hate her. Muttering unflattering things to himself about her, he tossed the phone on his bed, stood, and stretched. He shrugged out of his jacket and let it fall to the floor along with the rest of his clothes. First things first. Alcohol was coming out of his pores. He reeked. Maybe he could at least wash some of it off.
After his shower, Chace walked into the living room wearing one of the large fluffy white towels Kelly had bought at a white sale. He was surprised she hadn’t taken her precious linens and stuff with her, considering her obsession with that Martha Stewart kind of crap.
He flipped on the television, going for the satellite radio stations, when he noticed something lying on the floor by the front door. He walked over and discovered it was a cell phone. He
They got out of the car and Whitney checked her purse for her cell phone after she locked her car out of habit. Melinda started to walk toward the house, but she stopped and turned when Whitney didn’t follow her. “Whit? What are you doing back there?”
“Shoot,” Whitney said, pawing through her bag.
“Huh?” Melinda raised her eyebrows.
“My phone. I don’t see it anywhere.” Whitney frowned.
Melinda groaned. “You must have left it at that drunk boy’s place. Wanna go back and get it?”
Whitney slowly shook her head. “We don’t know that it’s there. I don’t remember seeing it since the bar. I could have dropped it at the bar, in the parking lot, or anywhere.”
“We could at least go see.”
Whitney shook her head, rubbing a hand across her weary eyes, which stung with fatigue. “You know what? It’s late and it’s been a beyond crazy Christmas. I just wanna get in the bed right now,” Whitney said with a sigh. “I’ll worry about it tomorrow.”
She was just glad she’d left her BlackBerry at home where she couldn’t lose it. If Andersen tried to reach her on that thing and wasn’t able to, the world might collapse. She dreaded going upstairs to turn it back on now that her mother’s Christmas BlackBerry ban was officially over to find out if he had tried to call or email her or not.
Chapter 6: When You Wake Up, I’ll Be Gone
When Chace opened his eyes in the morning, he immediately closed them again. Everything felt like sandpaper. His eyes, throat, tongue. Just—everything. He tried opening his eyes again. It was a little easier the second time.
He concentrated on thinking back to the night before. He remembered Tim and the 7-11. Making a fool out of himself at karaoke. Kelly, of course, before all that.
But most of all, he remembered Beautiful Whitney. He smiled, turning his head to look at the untouched glass of water on his nightstand. And then down at the throw blanket covering him. She’d done more for him in one night than Kelly had done for him in months.
Whitney. He tried to remember every detail about her. The way her sweater dress had clung to her shapely body. The warm brown of her skin. Her round face and soft brown eyes. Her black hair with brown highlights pulled away from her beautiful face. The slight slant of her eyes. The scent of her when his head was on her shoulder. Soft and sweet and woman. Just like all the rest of her.
He pulled himself to a sitting position on the edge of the bed and yawned, pushing the throw blanket aside. He pulled his cell out of his pocket and glanced down at the screen. He had several missed calls. Two numbers he didn’t recognize. He’d probably been giving out his number at the bar like a fool. He doubted either of them were Whitney. He would have remembered giving her his number. He was sure of it. Besides, if she hadn’t thought he was an idiot at 7-11, she had to think it for sure after bringing his sloppy-drunk butt home.
His stomach dropped when he realized that the other missed calls were from Kelly. She’d also sent him a text saying that she’d meant it when she said she still wanted to be friends and she hoped he didn’t hate her. Muttering unflattering things to himself about her, he tossed the phone on his bed, stood, and stretched. He shrugged out of his jacket and let it fall to the floor along with the rest of his clothes. First things first. Alcohol was coming out of his pores. He reeked. Maybe he could at least wash some of it off.
After his shower, Chace walked into the living room wearing one of the large fluffy white towels Kelly had bought at a white sale. He was surprised she hadn’t taken her precious linens and stuff with her, considering her obsession with that Martha Stewart kind of crap.
He flipped on the television, going for the satellite radio stations, when he noticed something lying on the floor by the front door. He walked over and discovered it was a cell phone. He
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