Mediation

Kendal

"Dammit, Dana." I walked around my living room, my kitchen, the back yard. Nothing. Nothing calmed my nerves. She wasn't answering her phone. She wouldn't open the door the night before. What the hell?

Anger burned through me, and I began to question everything.

Maybe she was too young for me. I was thirty-one and Dana was in her mid-twenties. Maybe the difference was too much? A grown-ass woman would have picked up the phone by now. Or returned a call.

Karen had told me that Dana had cut her finger and ran out like she was missing half of it. Why the fuck wouldn't she call and let me know that she was okay?

Surely she knew that I cared. That I wanted to make sure she was good. I would have taken care of her. Waited on her hand and foot.

I growled loudly and walked back into the house, letting the back door slam. "Think!"

What happened? What could have messed up the evening to the point of her running from me?

I ate her out in the bathroom, doted on her as much as humanly possi