At least it provided her with a much needed distraction.
Leah placed her cup of tea on the coffee table before she fell back onto the couch with a sigh, stretching her arms above her head. Her phone buzzed with Holly’s ring tone, and she leaned over, swiping it off the coffee table before bringing it to her ear.
“What’s up?”
“Hello my love. Are you showered and ready?”
“Showered and ready for…?”
“It’s Friday night. Let’s go out.”
Leah yawned, rubbing the back of her hand over her eyes. “Not tonight.”
“Please, Leah? It’s the last weekend before Robyn’s wedding, and then she’ll be gone for two weeks on her honeymoon.”
“Okay, so go out with Robyn. We can hang out whenever.”
There was a stretch of silence on the other end before Holly exhaled. “Don’t go backward, Leah. I don’t want you sitting home and moping over him. It’s not worth it.”
“I’m not moping,” Leah said.
She wasn’t moping or pouting or fuming or brooding. She wasn’t…anything.
“Leah.”
“I swear, I’m not moping,” she said with a laugh. “I’m just tired. We can hang out tomorrow, okay?”
“Okay,” she sighed in acquiescence. “Call me if you change your mind.”
“I will.”
“Alright. Peace out, baby.”
Leah laughed. “Peace out,” she said with an eye roll before she ended the call.
After a minute she sat up, grabbing her mug and turning off the television before she made her way down the hall, shutting off the lights as she went. Leah grabbed the book she had just started before she padded into the bathroom and ran herself a bubble bath.
“Exactly. What. I. Needed,” she breathed as she submerged herself under the steaming water, placing her book on the edge of the tub as she rested her head back and closed her eyes.
She read until the water chilled, and then she pulled herself lethargically from the bath and drained the tub, throwing on a pair of flannel pajamas and crawling into bed.
The next thing she knew, her eyes flipped open as a shrill sound echoed in her ears. In her disoriented state, she reached for her alarm clock, swatting to turn it off.
She hit the button, but the sound continued.
Leah lifted her head as she slowly gained coherency, realizing it would be Saturday; her alarm wouldn’t be set. When it finally registered that her phone was ringing, she bolted upright. The room was pitch dark, and she turned to look at the clock on her nightstand.
One fifty-seven in the morning.
Leah leaned over, sliding her hand along the top of her nightstand and cringing when she heard the clink and subsequent splash that meant she had just knocked over her glass of water.
“Shit,” she hissed, reaching to turn on the light. By the time she got it on and spotted her phone, it had already gone to voice mail.
She brought the phone to her face, squinting against the offensive light to see who had called.
One missed call from Danny.
Her hand flew to her mouth as she sat there, cursing herself for taking so long to get to the phone. Why was he calling her? And at two in the morning, no less. Should she call him back? Text him? Maybe he was leaving a voice mail?
As she sat there staring at the phone and contemplating her next move, it started ringing again. Her stomach flipped as she saw the words flashing on the screen.
Incoming call from Danny.
She tapped the screen before bringing it to her ear.
“Hello?” she said softly.
“Leah,” he said, sighing heavily into the phone. “God, I don’t even know what to say.”
She pulled her brow together as she sat up further, running her hand through her hair. His voice sounded strange.
“Danny? What’s going on? Is everything okay?”
“No. I want it to be okay, but I don’t know what to do anymore. And I’m sorry I kissed you, but I’m not sorry, you know? I just…I wish you knew. God, I wish you already knew, because I don’t wanna have to say it.”
“Wish I knew what?” she asked. “Danny, what are you talking about?”
He sighed softly. “You have no idea how much I want to see you right now, but he took my keys, and this is bullshit because I’m fucking fine.”
Leah closed her eyes as she pinched the bridge of her nose. Because she realized then why his voice sounded so odd, why he’d called her at two in the morning.
He was completely wasted.
She sighed heavily before switching the phone to her other ear. “Who took your keys?”
“Joe.”
“Who’s Joe?”
“Bartender,” he said. “But I’m fine. He knows I’m fine! Goddamn it, I just want to go home.”
Behind his drunken slur, there was an unmistakable desperation in his voice.
Something was wrong.
Plus, hadn’t he just told her last weekend that he didn’t drink? And here he was, absolutely hammered.
“Where are Tommy and Jake?”
“Not here.”
Leah’s eyes widened. “They left you alone like this?”
“I just don’t know what to do anymore. About anything,” he said dejectedly, his words running together. “All I wanna do is go home.”
“Where are you?” she asked, swinging her legs over the side of the bed.
“Outside.”
She huffed heavily, rolling her eyes. “Outside where?”
He didn’t respond, but she could hear a rustling sound, like he was walking quickly.
“Danny, you have to tell me where you are.”
“McGillicuddy’s.”
“Okay, where is that?”
“Valhalla,” he said, and the despondency was gone from his voice, leaving him sounding oddly detached.
Leah dropped her head back, blinking up at the ceiling before she sighed heavily. “Alright, you need to go inside, okay? I’m coming to get you, but I don’t want you to go anywhere else.” She slid off the bed and pulled a pair of yoga pants and a sweatshirt out of her drawer.
“Leah?”
“Yeah?” she said, stepping out of her pajama bottoms.
“I don’t deserve this. I just really need you to know that, okay?”
She froze with one leg in her yoga pants. What the hell was he talking about? His keys being taken? Her coming out to pick him up? Or something else entirely?
Either way, his words were dripping with misery again, and she quickly pulled her pants on as she held the phone with her shoulder.
“I’m leaving right now. Just go back in the bar, alright? Don’t go anywhere.”
“Yeah, alright,” he said distractedly before ending the call, and Leah tossed her phone on the bed as she pulled off her pajama top and threw on the sweatshirt. She combed through her hair with her fingers as she sat on the end of her bed, doing a Google Map search of McGillicuddy’s in Valhalla. The directions said the trip would take twenty minutes, but at this time of night, with no traffic, she could probably make there in ten.
Ignoring the little voice in her head that told her she was crazy for doing this, she scooped up her keys and purse and walked out of her bedroom.
If nothing else, Danny had become a friend of hers, and she would do this for any one of her friends, she told herself as she locked up the apartment and made her way down to the car.
Besides, there was something in his voice, something in the fraught way he spoke that caused a knot in her stomach. He needed help, and he had called her. It didn’t matter what had happened between them last weekend. After all, what kind of a person would put her own ego before helping someone in need?
Leah made it to the bar in just under fifteen minutes, pulling up to the curb right out front. She didn’t really know the area and wasn’t thrilled about walking around alone this time of night, so she hoped getting him to leave would be quick and painless.
She exited the car and pulled her hands into her sleeves, wrapping her arms around herself as she approached the bar.