“How can it not bother you? We haven’t had time to do anything but eat, sleep, or fuck when we’re together.”
Her eyes narrow. “Way to make it sound so meaningless,” she snaps.
I open my mouth to soothe my comment over, but she shakes her head.
“First of all, I support you and Dirty because I know how much it means to you. Does it take you from me? Sure. But it also just opened and you guys are all still just getting your footing. It won’t be like this forever. Hell, it might not even be like this next week. You will all find your stride. If you feel like it’s taking too much from you personally in a few months, I’ll still be here, and you can find another person to help hold the reins. Second, we have spent plenty of time together, and if anything, it’s been better than if you were to take me out to dinner or whatever. We’ve had time to ourselves alone, sharing who we are now and getting to know each other as a couple and not friends. Third, if you would kindly find another way to express what we do when we’re in bed and not sleeping, I would appreciate it.”
Her gaze travels to my mouth when I feel my lips curve.
“I’ll work on that, baby.”
“That would be splendid.”
I toss my head back and laugh, but when I feel her small hand smack my naked ass, my head drops forward and all laughter stops when I see the wicked look in her eyes.
“You’re going to pay for that later,” I threaten.
“That’s what I’m hoping for,” she smarts and pulls from my arms, grabbing her robe and walking out her door.
“Fucking Shane,” I mumble under my breath and start to dress. I would kick his ass for pulling me from my time with Ember, but regardless of how I feel about his girlfriend, I know I would be doing the same thing if I were in his place.
THE HIGH SCREAM OF MY smoke detector is the first thing that I hear.
Confusion fills my sleep-fogged brain, but when I feel Bam jump on the bed and whine in my ear, I wake with a start.
He starts leaping from the bed to the floor while the alarm continues to blast and I almost fall on my ass in my hurry. Luckily, when Nate left, I had pulled on some yoga pants and an old tee shirt, so it didn’t take me long to leave my bedroom. As I cautiously walked down the hallway, the first thing that hit me was the smell of smoke. Panic started pulsing through me when I get to the living room and see the flames dancing around my kitchen.
I can’t tell how bad it is from where I’m standing, but I don’t dare go look. My house is newly remodeled? but it’s an older construction and I’m not going to take the chance that something snaps and I’m trapped.
I turn on my heels and rush back to my room, where my cell is, before I sprint back to the front of the house and to the front door. I press a few keys before putting my phone between my shoulder and ear. Just when I reach the entryway, I hear the emergency operator asking me a question. I rattle off my address, telling her that there is a fire as I grab my purse off the entryway table and pull the door open. Right when I’m about to run out, I turn and grab the only other thing besides Bam that I care about.
She continues to ask me questions and I answer when needed, but the second I walk to the side yard and see the back half of my home blazing, I want to scream in pain.
Flames completely engulf the kitchen and my studio.
I drop to my knees as I watch the inferno continue to destroy everything it touches.
I distractedly think about the painting that I had just delivered to the gallery earlier that day, but knowing that everything else is most likely going to be gone is still crippling.
Sirens echo through the night, and I hear the operator tell me that they’re almost at my location, but I don’t respond. I feel the tears and roughness in my throat only after I register that I’m crying. When the lights of the firetruck, ambulance, and police car surround me, I climb to my feet and back from the house.
“Ember!”
I turn, phone to my ear and tears running down my face, and see Liam, Megan’s husband, jump from his patrol car and rush toward me. I keep pulling air deep in my throat, feeling my vision start to blur as more tears come. He pulls the phone from my ear and speaks to the operator before hanging up.
“Are you okay? Hurt anywhere?”
I shake my head, still clutching my belongings to my chest and just look up at him.
“Come on, sweetheart. Why don’t you come and sit in my car while I go get some information? Do you want me to call your dad?”
I shake my head frantically, grabbing for the phone that’s still in his hands, and pull up Nate’s name before handing it back to him.
He looks at the screen, his expression slipping slightly in shock, but just nods before walking away. I keep my feet on the ground next to Bam, the door open, and I watch as people rush around to put out the fire. Liam is moving around as he talks, and when I feel someone rush to my side, I look away from him.