Page 93 of The Lucky Heart (Jamison Valley 3)
“Yeah. For a while.”
We stayed quiet for a while, content just to lie together. The clock on the wall ticked softly, and outside a cow was calling.
“We didn’t get any fencing done,” I said.
“It’ll be there tom
orrow. We needed this today.”
I hummed in agreement. “Are you hungry?”
“Starved.”
“Okay. Stay right here.”
I climbed off his platform bed and opened a closet door under the slanted roof. Shrugging on one of his blue, long-sleeve shirts with shiny pearl snaps, I rolled up the sleeves and went downstairs to make us a tray of snacks. Then we spent the rest of the afternoon and evening snacking and talking in bed.
Silas had been right. We had needed this. Especially me. By the time the moonlight was shining through the large window above his bed, the worries I’d felt earlier in the day had all but vanished. Slowly and with his help, I was letting go of the past.
“Thank you for today.” I yawned. “Night, baby.”
He took my hand and brought it to his lips. “Good night, my Lis.” His voice was still in the air when the chime of my phone echoed through the loft.
“Ugh,” I said, reaching up to grab it from the wide windowsill above the bed.
Unknown Caller.
“Who is it?” Silas asked.
“I don’t know. Hello?”
“Is this Felicity Cleary?” I didn’t recognize the man’s voice on the other end of the line but he sounded young.
“Yes, this is Felicity.”
“Could you tell me where you are? I need to drop off someone with you.”
“Uh, who is this?”
“She wants to know who I am,” he said to someone else. I heard another voice but couldn’t make out the words. “My name’s Kenny. Now can you tell me where you are?”
Yeah, right. And lead a potential serial killer to Silas’s door? Not happening, creep.
“Look, Kenny. I don’t know you, and I’m not comfortable telling you where I am. What’s going on?”
“I’m dropping someone off.”
“Who?”
“Hey! Don’t grab my phone. I’m trying to drive here,” Kenny said to his companion, then came back on the phone. “Listen, lady, are you going to tell me where you are or not?”
“Who’s with you?” I asked but I didn’t get to hear the answer. Silas took the phone from my hand.
“What do you want?” I could hear Kenny rambling in the background. “Fine. Do you have GPS? Type this in.”
Silas gave him the address and hung up.
“What’s going on?” I asked as we both got out of bed.
