Finding You
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“I’m the hospice nurse assigned to Mrs. Bennet. I have a house key that Noah had made for me. Sometimes Noah is sleeping and doesn’t hear the doorbell.”
Narrowing my eye, I tilted my head and said, “If he can’t hear the doorbell, how does he hear his mother?”
She gave me a displeased look. “He’s usually in the master bedroom, sleeping on the sofa.”
Giving her a slight nod, I asked, “Do you stop by every day?”
Turning away from me, Angela grabbed the coffee pot and filled it up with water. “Now I do. Mrs. Bennet’s condition is starting to worsen. She has requested no life-saving intervention. So, now all we do is keep her heavily medicated to ease the pain.”
Placing my hand on my stomach, I fought to hold the bile down.
“I see,” I softly said as I sat.
Leaning against the counter, Angela narrowed her eye at me. “May I ask who you are?”
Sucking in a deep breath, I let it out as I gave her a weak smile. “I’m so sorry. Grace Johnson. I’m Noah’s girlfriend.”
Lifting her eyebrows ever so slightly, she said, “Noah never mentioned you.”
The feeling of someone slapping me across the face caused me to sit up a bit straighter. My eyes moved across Angela’s body, and for the first time since she walked into this house, I noticed how beautiful she was. “Why would he?”
Angela gave me a smirk and shrugged her shoulders before turning and reaching into the cabinet for a coffee mug. She sure as shit has made herself at home here. “Want a cup?” she asked.
I watched as she moved about the kitchen, almost as if she had been coming here for years and was a part of the family. Jealousy raced through my veins and I tried to like hell to push it away.
For Christ’s sakes Grace. It’s the hospice nurse. Calm your ass down.
I wasn’t sure what came over me, but I quickly stood up and gave Angela a smile. “Well, I’ve moved in and will be staying here. Considering how the situation has changed, I think it would be awkward with you having a key to the house.”
Taking a sip of her coffee, Angela asked, “How so?”
My eyes widened as I let out a chuckle. Okay sister. You want to play, let’s play.
Tilting my head, I gave her a warning look before I continued to speak. “Well imagine if you had a key and walked in here to the kitchen and Noah was fucking me from behind. I’m thinking that would be pretty awkward.”
Angela’s mouth dropped open as she stood there stunned.
Going to say something again, I thought about Noah.
Shit! Noah was in the bathtub. Turning, I quickly ran into the living room and up the stairs.
Oh my God. What if he took a sleeping pill and fell asleep in the tub. Rushing into the master bedroom, I stopped dead in my tracks.
Letting out a sigh of relief, I dropped my head and took in a few deep breaths as Noah lay across his bed in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. Lifting my head, I glanced over to the side table. I couldn’t help but wonder if he took anything.
Pushing my fears away, I walked over to Noah. Smiling, I reached down and kissed him gently on the lips. Moaning out my name, I felt my heart squeeze in my chest.
Reaching for the blanket that was on the chair in the corner, I covered Noah up and kissed him again, as I brushed my lips gently over his, “I love you.”
Taking a step back, I turned and let out a gasp. Angela was standing in the doorway. “Did he take an Ativan?”
Not really sure what to say or do, I stood there. What in the hell was she doing up in his room, and more importantly, how does she know about his prescription pills?
“I-I don’t know. He took a hot bath, so I’m hoping that relaxed him.”
Angela quickly glanced at Noah and then back to me. Pressing her lips together, she shook her head. “I doubt it.”
Turning, she quickly headed back downstairs, leaving me standing in the middle of Noah’s room a confused mess.
Noah
Stretching my arms over my head, I let out a soft moan. My eyes sprung open and I quickly looked around. I was in my bedroom. In my bed. And I felt like I’d slept for a week. Sitting up, I looked around before a moment of panic set in.
My mother. Fuck!
Jumping up, I looked down to see I had no clothes on. I raced over to my dresser as I felt my heart pounding practically out of my chest. I opened a drawer and pulled on a pair of sweats and an old T-shirt.
Son-of-a-bitch I can’t believe I left her alone. Quickly making my way downstairs, I headed to my mother’s room. The closer I got, I heard her voice.