Page 138 of On the Double

She nodded again.

I let her sit for another minute before removing the rag and tugging her to her feet. She was pale and her face looked a little thin, but that was probably from whatever nasty virus she picked up.

“Come on. Back to bed.”

I helped her over to her bed, then tucked her in and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I’m gonna head home. I’ll bring some dinner by tonight. Maybe some soup.”

“Sure,” she grumbled, rolling over in bed.

With a shudder, I grabbed my stuff and headed out of the house, narrowing escaping before her demon cat tried to attack my leg. The last thing I wanted was to catch that shit and throw up right alongside her. This was not the welcome home I had been hoping for. Instead of burying my cock in her pussy, I was going home to once again pay homage to my hand.

After tossing my shit in the entryway of my house, I slumped on the couch, wondering what the hell I was going to do with the rest of my day. When I came home, I knew Harper would be at work, but I thought I’d get in at least a few rounds with her and then I’d sleep off the trip. Instead, something felt off. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but there was definitely something different.

It was almost like I didn’t feel right in my own house. Was it because Harper wasn’t here? It wasn’t like I could go get her and bring her here when she was sick. She might throw up in my truck on the way. And besides, it wasn’t like people wanted to be moved when they weren’t feeling good.

Still, I didn’t like feeling so unsettled in my own house. I couldn’t stay here knowing that she was over there. So, I showered, dressed in clean clothes, and was just about to head out when Fox showed up on my doorstep.

Letting out a deep sigh, I stepped out on the porch, refusing to let him in. “What do you want?”

“I have a present for you,” he grinned.

“Well, I don’t need any presents.”

“Come on,” he moaned. “This is a good one.” He pulled a bag out from behind his back and shoved it in my face. “As a thank you for helping with the avocado farmers, I’ve made you a special guacamole that goes particularly well with shawarma.”

My brows shot up in surprise. “Is there shawarma in here?”

He cleared his throat, shaking his head. “Uh…I sort of ate that already. But you can have the guac. I mean, what’s left of it.”

I opened the bag and pulled out the container that had clearly been scooped from already. “You brought me an almost empty container of guacamole?”

He ducked his head sheepishly. “Well, it was full. I got hungry!”

“You’re always hungry,” I said, shoving the bag back in his face. “Keep it.”

Relief washed over his face. “I was hoping you would say that. This was a really good batch.”

“Alright,” I said, trying to shove past him. He stepped in my path and I sighed. “Fox, what do you want?”

He toed the ground, looking like a little kid who wanted to ask a favor. “She hasn’t called.”

“Who? Anna?”

“No, Anna always calls me.”

“Then who?”

“Gram.”

Gram. Who the fuck— “Harper’s grandma?”

He nodded. “She said we were going to get together for a night of musicals. It hasn’t happened yet.”

“Did you call her? She gave you her number.”

He winced. “I was kind of holding back. See, I wasn’t sure if you and Harper were a thing, and I didn’t want to make it…last longer if you were hoping it would end.”

“Oh. Well, you don’t have to worry about that. Harper and I are cool.”