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talked to him a little while ago and he
     said something about closing down the garage for a week or two. Something about not
     having that many jobs and not making sense to keep it open for business.”
    That’s news to me. That was surely a conversation that Skylar and I never had. I knew business was slow, but not to the point of closing the doors for an
     extended period of time. And if the shop’s closed, what is he working on? Are we
     already to the point of lies and omissions? God, I hope not.
    “Oh, he had some stuff to do at the club. He should be home soon,” I lie, not wanting
     to admit that Danny knows more about Skylar’s activities than I do. With my mind
     racing through all the possibilities, I’m having a hard time keeping up with this
     call. Hanging up sooner rather than later seems like the best idea.
    “You okay, Pea?” The concern dripping off his words is comforting and nerve rattling
     at the same time. Of all people, he shouldn’t be worried for me. He should be reveling
     in the fact that I might not be okay. Like a non-verbal I told you so . But, no, not Danny. He’s far too sweet and kind to make me feel even worse than I already do.
    “Yeah, I’m good. Just work stuff and I can’t find Kylee.” Look at me, Liar McLiarPants.
    “She’s dating your boss right? Maybe they’re together or they had a fight. You know
     Kylee. When she wants to be found, she’ll make herself visible. I wouldn’t be surprised
     if she just took a vacation from life for a minute.”
    “Wouldn’t that be nice,” I sigh, quickly recovering before he senses any distress
     in my voice. “I’ll let you get back to your day. I have some more work to catch
     up on before I call it a night. I’ll call you about lunch tomorrow.”
    “Alright. And Mira,” he says softly, catching my attention as I start to pull the phone away
     from my ear to hang up, “I’m always here if you need anything, even if you just need
     to talk.”
    “I know. Thanks. Same thing applies to you, too. Don’t forget it,” I say honestly,
     meaning every word. He really is a very important part of my life. I wouldn’t be
     the person I am today without his influence.
    “Got it. I’ll talk to you later.”
    “Bye,” we say in unison.
    Disconnecting the call, I flop onto the couch and let my mind wander to those biker
     books again. Where the hero—if you can even call him that—constantly cheats on his girlfriend or
     wife when she’s not around. And here I am , all alone while my fiancé is doing God knows what with God knows who.
    What did I get myself into?
    The work I brought home isn’t enough to keep me busy for the entire night. Around
     midnight, I opt for a quick shower, hoping that Skylar is going to be sitting on the
     couch or in bed by the time I get out.
    Stepping into the hot water, my body starts to relax; if only I could get my mind
     to do the same. All of the possibilities racing through my head are enough to give
     even Dr. Oz a stroke. I try blocking everything out, only focusing on the water pelting
     down on my naked body and the loufa on my skin.
    Walking out of the steam filled bathroom, I quickly dry my body, wondering if he came
     home. Opening the bathroom door, looking in the bedroom and living room, he’s nowhere
     in sight. So much for wishful thinking.
    I debate calling and asking when he’ll be home, but the thought of being that girl makes my skin crawl. I have that feeling in the pit of my stomach that tells
     me something isn’t right, but I can’t pinpoint where it’s coming from.
    I don’t actually think that Skylar would cheat on me, but it’s a plausible reason
     for him not being home this late at night. I try to push the negativity from my head,
     but it’s easier said than done.
    I slip into bed alone, fighting the demons that are screaming at me, telling me that
     I’ve made the wrong decision—that Danny as the safe bet wouldn’t hurt me. Resting
     my head on the