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“Spence,” I heard a voice say lightly. “Spencer.” A bit louder this time. “Spence, wake up.” My eyes fluttered open; the last thing I remember seeing was the sun setting behind us, and now it was already completely dark. “We’re here.” I looked around and saw that we were parked on the street. It didn’t look like my block, but it still looked familiar. We had to be close.
“How long was I asleep for?”
“Mmm, about 2 hours or so,” she replied. Groaning slightly, I repositioned my seat to a normal sitting position and stretched my arms out over my head, still exhausted. “Think you can make it in? We’re only a block away, but I can drop you off in front if you want.”
“No, this is fine,” I assured her as I unbuckled my seatbelt. Drowsily, I got out of the car and went around to grab my bags from the trunk. Ashley had already gotten it out and went I went to take it, she slapped my hand away.
“Don’t even think about it.”
“Ash, I can take it,” I laughed.
“Nope. Come on, let’s go.”
We walked in a tired silence until we made it up to my apartment. I was still only half-awake. That was, of course, until we passed by Carrie’s apartment. Fuck. I should have called her to make sure she was out! As we neared my door, I felt my heart race. After such a great couple days with Ashley, all I needed was for Carrie to be waltzing around my apartment, like, ironing, or clad in only a robe. I tried to think of anything, anything that I could possibly say without making myself seem like a total jackass, but I couldn’t. All I could do was turn the key and open the door.
Ashley walked in first, and I half-expected her to stop right in her tracks, turn around, and walk right out, but she didn’t. She kept walking in and as I started to do the same, I saw no sign of Carrie or Rex. Or Benny for that matter. I figured Carrie must have taken him somewhere, and immediately looked on the fridge for a note. A-ha. ‘Rex and I went up to Boston for the week. Benny’s at the Paws & Pals Kennel. Hope you had a good trip back. Call me when you can!’ I took the note, crumpled it up, and threw it in the trash. I hoped to God there were no signs of Carrie anywhere in the apartment.