-forty-one

Ricky stared at Blake and then at me. He looked between us two more times and my stomach churned. I shouldn't have been the least bit concerned. I shouldn't have cared but I did.

I was concerned.

I looked homeless. I was in one of my oversized t-shirts, my hair was still in the bun I threw it up in last night and I had no makeup on. I hadn't even showered. And there he was, all put together.

After a second, I blinked.

Why was he even here?

"Why are you here?" I asked and watched Ricky, as he watched Blake.

"Why don't you answer the damn phone?"

Ricky was already in my apartment. With three fast strides, he was standing at the middle of my living room in his tall glory, designer suit and all. He spoke directly to Blake, eyes on nothing else. My eyes went round for a second. Thank God the cleaning lady came yesterday.