Chapter Eleven
Cayce
After a fitful night of bad dreams, I woke with a headache. All I wanted to do was lay in my bed and wish away all the negative feelings. But life goes on, and I knew that. So, I got up and took my morning shower, dressed, then headed out to eat breakfast.
When the gates at the end of my driveaway spread apart, I saw a small silver car parked there. Zurie got out, arms akimbo, hair pulled back into a tight ponytail, and a frown on her nude-colored lips. No happiness lit up her eyes. No smile curved her lips. Instinct told me she was not happy about something.
Parking, I got out of the truck. “Zurie. I’m glad you came.”
“We have to talk.”
“I’ve got time. Come on. We can go inside.”
Shaking her head, she said sharply, “No! I’m not going inside with you.”
“Zurie,
