Point Of View 2 [*Do not read until you've read the same chapter of ATW]

Chapter 58 Cut!

"I'm going to try to take a shower myself." I declare to Casey. Jonah and Nate are at a doctor's appointment. Trisha and Paul are out running errands, so technically, Casey really can't shower me without another person in the room. If something happened and it was an emergency, she could, of course, do what needs to be done, but aside from that, another person should be with her. I'm sick of waiting.

"James...." Casey looks up from loading the dishwasher and shakes her head no.

"I can do it. I'm certain of it." I say while walking into the bathroom.

"Can you at least leave the door open then so I can hear you if you need something?"

"Yes."

I can do this.

I walk into the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. First thing's first. I need to take my shirt off. I try to grab hold of the bottom of my t-shirt to pull it up. My hands are right there but won't cooperate. Every time I try to grab my shirt, my hands let go. I try over and over again until I get a cramp in my right hand.

"Shit." I wave my hand to relieve the tightness. I try to grab my shirt from behind to pull over my head instead, but my grip won't tighten enough.

"Fuck." I begin to get overly frustrated. I can't even undress myself. It's been ten minutes with no progress.

"How you doing in there?" Casey asks, probably wondering why the water hasn't been turned on yet.

I drag my hands down my face and walk out of the bathroom.

"Nevermind. I can wait."

*****

*Trisha*

"Do you mind if we swing by the Marriott for a few minutes?" Paul asks while driving. "I'll be quick."

I nod and we pull into the hotel parking lot. I know a little about the 4th floor but not everything. They keep it pretty hush for the most part and I know better than to ask questions. We walk into the main lobby, and Paul heads to the front desk while I head to the coffee area to make myself a cup of tea.

This place brings back fond memories of when I first met "James The Receptionist." Back when things were much simpler. James and I would chat away and eat dinner together right here as friends. On Nate's dime, of course. It was an ongoing joke of ours.

I sit down on the couch with my cup of tea and watch Paul at the front desk. He first talks to a large man who is for sure another bodyguard, then goes behind the desk and uses the computer like he owns the place.

Cheryl, one of James's coworkers, is at the other computer. I remember the older lady very well. She was the one who gave James a room and let him sleep in between two long shifts. James was a hard worker. Never complained, either.

Since we started dating, I've noticed a different side of him. Like, without Julia around, he is a bit down and out lately. I suppose I'd be the same way if Nate wasn't around. When James and I were just friends, we'd laugh and joke around together. Now I feel like everything is strained, and we are always butting heads. Which kind of stinks because that man is very gifted in bed.

"All set." Paul is standing in front of me while I was lost in my own world. He holds a manilla folder in his right hand, a to-go cup of coffee in his left. Paul lives and breathes coffee.

"What's that?" I ask, being nosy about the folder.

"I printed out an Avalon application."

I raise a brow at that.