Chapter 73

“I’m sorry to hear that, too. I was going to pick you up for breakfast.”

“No! I mean, thank you, but I wouldn’t be good company. And I don’t have a hangover.”

“All right.” He sounded amused.

“I…I hurt my hand when I fell out of bed.” If I told him about my indigestion, he was going to think I was always getting sick, and he wouldn’t want to have anything to do with me.

“Wait, you fell out of bed? That must have been a really bad dream. Did you pull the stitches?”

I looked at the bandage on my palm, which was staining red. “No.”

“All right. I’d like to pick you up for lunch, but—”

“I…Look, Hyde, I’m not at my best right now. I’m…I’m going to go back to bed.” I waited, hoping to hear him say, “Well, then, I’ll come and join you,” but he didn’t.

What he did say was, “In that case I’ll see you this evening.”

Not before then? Well, fine. I’d just show him I didn’t need him. For anything. “All right,” I said coolly. And then I said, “Um…I’ll see you at the Manor, then?”