Until Cobi (Until Her/Him #7)(38)
When my cell phone on the counter rings, I check the caller ID. I see it’s my father calling… again, for the third time in as many days, and deny the call. I know my dad is calling because he’s worried about my relationship with Cobi. He’s just not worried for the normal reasons a father would be. He’s worried that I will talk to Cobi about my past, about the things I know my dad does to make money and about my mom. Regardless of what he said to Cobi, I’m sure it was him who broke into my place, especially after finding out that only my wallet was taken. Cobi doesn’t know my dad, so he doesn’t know his concern for my safety was just a farce, a way of him appearing like he actually cares for me when he doesn’t—something he’s done since I was a little girl.
After another sip of wine, I take my glass with me toward the bedroom to grab the book I’ve been reading the last few days. Cobi and I were supposed to be home together tonight, and we made plans this morning to go to dinner at my favorite sushi place. But not even ten minutes after I got to his place, he got a call that he had to get to work. I didn’t ask him what happened but did tell him that I hoped everything was okay after he kissed me goodbye at the door to his truck and gave Maxim a head rub.
With a sigh, I shake my head. Even though he just left, I already miss him. Over the last few days of staying with him, my walls have crumbled down around my feet, burying me deeper under the feel of contentment I get whenever we’re together. Who could blame me? It would be impossible for anyone to spend time with him without falling for him. There is a connection between us, something I have never felt before with another person. He makes me happy, makes me laugh, and he makes me forget where I came from. When we’re together, I can pretend that nothing else matters but him and me and the relationship we are building.
Hearing my cell ring again, I go back toward the kitchen and smile as I put it to my ear, answering, “Hello.”
“Cobi called. He told me he has to work, so I should come keep you company,” Brie says, and I fight back laughter. Somehow, Cobi and her have become allies over the last week and Cobi has used his persuasive abilities to get Brie on his side in the fight to convince me that we are meant to be together. Something he no longer needs to do.
“He just left—” I look at the clock. “—not even fifteen minutes ago.” I try to sound annoyed, even though I’m not.
“I know. Anyway, I’m calling to let you know I’m on my way. I should be there in less than twenty. Do you need anything?”
“Wine,” I respond before taking another sip from my glass.
“That bad?”
No, that good, I think with a short shake of my head. “No, I just haven’t had time to get to the store and I just poured my last glass from the bottle Cobi bought me.”
“I love him. I’ll stop on my way.” I hear the smile in her voice and I let out a sigh. “I don’t know how you’re annoyed when you’re living with Cobi Mayson. Seriously, you should be on cloud nine.”
“I’m not annoyed; I’m just rethinking our friendship. I’m starting to believe you’re more loyal to Cobi than you are to me.”
“I’m not even going to get into this over the phone.” She laughs. “I’ll talk to you when I get there. By the way, I’m bringing all my wedding stuff.” She hangs up before I can respond.
Dropping my phone to the counter, I look at Maxim, who appears at my side. “How about I feed you before Brie gets here?” He barks in response then lies down on the tiled kitchen floor with a groan, waiting for me to serve him. I fill his bowl with a mixture of dry and wet food then head toward Cobi’s bedroom. His king-sized bed is still like we left it this morning after we made love and finally got up. The deep brown feather duvet is half hanging off the bed and the sheets are wrinkled and twisted into a knot. I make the bed haphazardly and toss on the pillows before I head for the closet to change out of my work clothes.
When Brie arrives thirty minutes later, she’s carrying a box of wine and a bag I can see is overflowing with magazines and her wedding planner.
“You got me a box of wine.” I smile, taking it from her, and she rolls her eyes.
“You’ve been drinking the same thing since we were in college. I used to think it was because we were in college and way too poor to afford anything better. I know now you just like cheap wine.”
“It tastes good,” I counter. “And it has thirty-four glasses in it, which means I basically have an endless supply of wine when the mood to drink strikes.”
“Whatever you say, babe, but I’m sure those people from Napa Valley would stone you to death if they ever heard you say that wine from a box tastes good.”
“It does taste good.” I take the box to the fridge and set it inside. “Do you want something to drink?”
“I brought myself a small bottle of amaretto, and I told Kenyon that I’m drinking and that he’s going to have to pick me up.”
“Works for me,” I say as she places her bag on the counter and begins to pull out stuff. She’s been working on this wedding since the day Kenyon proposed to her. Literally the day he asked her, she bought a wedding planner and magazines. A week after he asked her, she booked their venue and made an appointment with Julie’s, a local baker, to design her wedding cake. The wedding is still six months away, and Kenyon only asked her to marry him four months ago. Still, most of the details have been taken care of due to Brie’s excitement and serious planning skills.