not. It wasn’t like they were on the other side of the world—just the other side of the state. He could be at their house in less than an hour. “I’m at work until Saturday. Will that be soon enough?”
“I’ll tell him.” There was no direct response to his question, so he assumed his father wasn’t on his deathbed. A click on the other end confirmed that she’d hung up without saying goodbye.
Not that he’d expected it.
As he set the phone down, he stared at it, half expecting it to start jingling again. But it remained silent for once. And in the quiet of his office he tried to absorb the reality of his mother’s words. His father had cancer and was asking for him.
BRAD WENT TO bed alone.
Chloe hadn’t set foot in the guest room in two weeks, other than to get her clothes for the next day, so she was torn as to what she should do.
He hadn’t said anything, but had come home looking drawn and sick. Before she could ask if he was all right, he’d disappeared into his room without a word and still hadn’t re-emerged.
At nine o’clock she’d finally sat down and eaten a plate of leftovers for dinner, straightening the kitchen afterwards. It was now decision time. He’d said at the beginning of their arrangement that he wanted her in his bed every night, even when they weren’t intimate. Did that still hold true? If not, wasn’t she letting herself be used?
She drew her knees to her chest on the couch, knowing the answer to that was no. She was the one who’d asked for help, who’d practically flung herself into his arms. If he was tired of her, she had no one else to blame but herself.
And he had apologized for the incident in Labor and Delivery. Had said he didn’t want her to worry. Things had seemed to be back to normal when she’d got in the elevator this afternoon.
So what had happened to change all that?
He hadn’t even stopped long enough to tell her about the twins. Luckily, Layla had kept her abreast of the news as the afternoon had worn on. They’d been born, a tiny twin and an even tinier twin. But they were fighting with all their might. The next several days would give a more accurate picture of their prognosis. But at least they’d survived their birth. Each day was one step closer to health.
The door down the hallway opened, and Brad came down in sweat shorts and a T-shirt, a black and white sports bag clutched in one hand.
“Where are you going?” The question was ludicrous, but what else could she say?
“To the gym.” He snatched the keys to his bike from the foyer table. “Don’t wait up.”
That was all very well and good, but it still didn’t answer her question. Did she go to his room or not?
Not.
In his current mood she didn’t think he’d be very happy to find her there on his return.
Fine. If he was okay with it, she would be too. She knew it was a lie, but maybe if she said it often enough, she’d eventually believe it.
Taking herself off to the bedroom, she shut the door a little louder than necessary, but what the hell. There was no one home to hear it. Still, it gave her a certain sense of satisfaction.
She pulled her clothes off and changed into a nightgown. She’d gotten used to sleeping in the buff, because Brad said he liked feeling her bare skin against his, but it seemed strange to sleep naked if it was just her.
Pulling back the beige striped bedspread, she crawled under the covers and grabbed the remote to the television. She idly flipped through the channels, pausing at a nature show where the image of a lion taking down a gazelle flickered across the screen. The huge feline held its prey by the throat, cutting off its air supply and suffocating the poor creature.
Chloe gulped and switched the channel, trying not to see any similarities with her current situation. An old black and white western was the only other option, but it was better than lying in bed in the dark and brooding about what was wrong with Brad. If things didn’t change, though, she was moving out. The sooner the better.
* * *
Brad frowned. He’d heard voices when he’d first come through the door to the apartment and had assumed Chloe was on the phone. But the handset was in its holder. Maybe she was on her cell. He made his way back to his room, dumping the bag on the floor as he went through the door. His frown deepened. Chloe wasn’t there.
Was he surprised? He’d barely spoken a word to her when he’d come home, but he hadn’t been able to. If he had, she’d have started asking all kinds of questions. Questions he hadn’t been ready to answer. He’d had second thoughts about going to see his father and had decided to head to the gym and work off some of his frustration. He hadn’t wanted to touch Chloe in his current state of mind. But now that he was back, he wanted to pull her close and let her sweet scent lull him to sleep.
The voices continued until a scream followed by sobs came from the guest room.
Had Travis somehow gotten into the apartment?
He went to the door and tried the knob, only to find it locked. That damn key! Why had he ever given it to her? Sweat began to form on his upper lip. “Chloe?”
No answer, but the sobbing continued unabated. The locks weren’t meant to keep intruders out—or wayward children in—just to keep someone from entering a room unannounced. He put a shoulder to the door and shoved hard. The lock gave way and the door burst open, just as he’d suspected it would.
A figure on the bed moved. Sat up. The crying continued, but it wasn’t coming from that direction. He pivoted and saw the television set. Still on. A woman on the screen being held at gunpoint.
“Brad? What’s wrong?”
The adrenalin still pumped through his system, his heart pounding from its effects. He dragged a shaky hand through his hair, trying to calm his chaotic thoughts as he turned back round. “I heard... I thought Travis had somehow gotten in.”
She reached on the nightstand for something. One click and the television went off, throwing the room into darkness. “Sorry. I must have fallen asleep with it on.”
He came over and sat on the edge of the bed. “Is there a reason you’re in here rather than in there?” He nodded toward the hallway leading to his room.
“Well...you didn’t seem very happy when you came home. I thought it was better this way.”
“It’s not. Sorry for not making that clear.” He smoothed her hair off her cheeks. “I got some bad news today and wasn’t sure how to deal with it.”
“Anything you want to talk about?”
“Maybe tomorrow.” His arm went round her back and held her against him, needing the contact more than he should. “Come to bed with me.”
“Are you sure?”
He nodded.
