Venus was asleep when Malcolm eventually called. Belatedly, she realized the pain meds the doctor had given her were intended to make her sleep. Most likely it had been done at the behest of Simon, who had probably surmised she would be intent on cooking for Malcolm. Perhaps he was psychic because she had planned on starting dinner as soon as Simon left, despite his insistence, she rested until Malcolm called.
When the phone did eventually ring, she was startled out of her sleep. Scrambled for it, she swung her legs over the couch and groaned at the pain that shot through her. Fortunately, Simon had placed the phone on the coffee table in front of the couch so she didn’t have to move far.
“Hello?” she answered groggily.
“I’ll be home in thirty minutes,” was his clipped reply.
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