Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 766

The issue that couldn't be shaken off was the scoundrel who had hurt Christine.

"Yes, sir."

After hanging up the call, Dailey wanted to grab a smoke but then realized he was only wrapped in a towel.

He slid open the balcony door to step inside, wandered into the kitchen, and chugged half a bottle of ice water straight from the fridge.

If the security footage couldn't be salvaged, it was time to resort to the more direct methods Greg had mentioned.

Dealing with Merritt could be easy peasy, thanks to his grandma; getting the story of that night from him wouldn't be hard.

But Nelly, that was a different can of worms.

Their stories had to match.

...

When Christine woke up, it was already dark outside.

She looked around; the place was deserted.

A quick tour of the living room confirmed she was alone.

On the balcony, their clothes from earlier were hanging to dry.

She found her phone to call Dailey.

Just as she dialed, her eyes caught a note on the coffee table.

[Had to run home. Left some food warming in the pot for you. If you're not up for that, text me what you want, and I'll have it delivered.]

The call connected at that moment.

"Awake?"

Christine hummed in response, asking, "What's up at home?"

"Nothing much." Dailey's voice was casual, "Grandpa complained of a headache, insisted I come over."

Though he didn't specify, Christine figured it was his grandfather.

"Alright, you're busy. I'll let you go."

"Yeah, I'll come see you once I'm done."

Christine chuckled, "Take a break, Mr. Clarkson. Don't work yourself to death."

Dailey laughed too, "I'd die a happy man."

Christine shivered, "You're terrible, hanging up now."

Dailey: "Don't forget to eat."

"Got it. When did you become such a nag? Weren't you the strong, silent type?"