The Morning After

Andrew

Fingers laced behind my head, I stared at the ceiling above my bed, thoughts running a thousand miles per hour.

What were the chances of Bob being Lanie’s father? How come he never corrected me and told me she went by a nickname and not by Elizabeth? Was this moral? Was this a train wreck waiting to happen?

Bob had been my closest friend for years. I couldn’t go behind his back and date his daughter. Right?

Sighing, I turned to look at the pillow next to me. Every morning I woke up, the bed seemed larger, too spacious for one person. I’d thought Lanie would be sharing the mattress with me the night before, warming not only a bed but a spot in my life that had been vacant for far too long.

Still, my body ached for her. It didn’t understand why my damn head hadn’t allowed her to come over.

It’s too complicated, I reminded myself as I hauled my ass up. With what happened at the fundraiser and Raven not feeling well, there was too much going on. As badly as I needed Lanie in my arm