“Besides, we only met by chance. It was raining and he wasn’t feeling well. I was worried something might happen to him, so I brought him to my room to shelter from the rain.”
The more she explained, the more guilty she felt. She seemed to have forgotten that it was my poor health that forced me to run the company. She was willing to let others call me a gigolo, but she still excused herself this way.
I cut her off impatiently. “I’m still at the top of the mountain. I waited for you three hours and another hour in the rain. There’s no shelter here and I didn’t dare go down too soon, afraid the heavy rain would cause a landslide.”
When Kendall heard I was in danger, she grew anxious. “Wait for me. I’ll pick you up.”
I waited another hour.
Even after the rain stopped, Kendall still hadn’t come.
The mountain road was muddy and difficult to navigate. After just a few steps, mud splattered all over me.
I sneezed several times and suddenly felt my heart sink into the muck, uncomfortable and nauseated.
When I got home, I took a hot shower.