I discharged myself from the hospital and have been curled up on my couch ignoring his calls. Nothing makes sense. I feel as though I’m sleepwalking through a nightmare and can’t find a way to wake the hell up. Ding. I lift my head to see a text from Dillon, but I don’t read it. “So, you are alive and you are getting my calls.” His baritone booms through my apartment, startling me. “You’re just choosing to ignore me.” “Uh,” I groan. “Ouch.” My rib throbs in pain. He stalks over to me and drops to his knees beside the couch. “Shit, I’m sorry.” Dark brown eyebrows furl together as he assesses me for damage. When he reaches out to stroke at my hair, I swat him away. “What the hell are you doing in here, Dillon. How did you get in?” Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a key. My key. “You gave it to me when I went for beer the other night.” Crap, I did do that. “Well, this isn’t the other night and it was a one-time only use,” I snap, snatching it from his grasp.
