21
The Game of Thrones ringtone woke me at eight o’clock. I must have slept through the alarm I’d set for six. I fumbled for my phone. “Yellow,” I mumbled.
“Jinx, I could use some help.” The exhaustion in Becca’s voice was telling.
“Ye olde chronic fatigue kicking up again?” I asked.
“Yeah. And Easton flew out this morning for Denver on a two-day business trip.”
“I’ll be right there.”
“Sorry to impose.”
“Don’t be sorry. We’re there for each other, goofball. You need me to pick up anything for you?”
“Just a few basics. I’ll text you a list.”
I poured myself a cup of coffee to shake off the weariness of the night before. The sense that I was not alone persisted despite my getting a few hours of restless sleep. I didn’t want to move in with Conor, and now being in my own home had me
