Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 122514 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 408(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122514 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 408(@300wpm)
She stepped back, all sunny-like now. “Do we have martinis here?”
Lauren turned to Trent. “Excuse me?”
Trent groaned. “Thanks, Hads. I was going to ease into the whole thing about Janet being a gossip.”
Hadley and Sophia both made exasperated sounds.
Hadley went to sit on Owen’s lap. “Right. There’s no way to ease into that conversation. We love Janet. We accept her for who she is, but we also know when to keep our mouths shut. This is one of those situations.”
The shower turned off.
A different headache began forming at the base of my neck.
Janet. I’d have to see her tomorrow. She’d not been subtle, wanting to know all about Damian the last time I saw her. I had escaped without much slipping, but it was hard under pressure.
The door opened. Feet padded down the hall. I smelled him at the same time I felt his warmth, then an arm curved around me, pulling me back into a very strong chest.
He propped his chin on top of my head. “The whole gang’s here, with a new friend. Trent, you got a girlfriend you never mentioned?”
In some ways, it was the best icebreaker.
Everyone relaxed, and Trent shook his head. “Right. I’m the one with the gir—”
“We’re friends,” I cut him off.
“Who bone,” Reese added.
“Reese!”
I tried to turn in his arms, but he tightened his hold. His laugh reverberated near my ear, as everyone else laughed.
He started rocking me from side to side. “So what’s the news with the camp upsets?”
“What?” Lauren asked. It was about the only thing she had left to say.
Trent chuckled, putting his arm around her shoulders. She whispered something to him, and he responded, moving his mouth to her ear.
“It’s good,” Owen said. He nodded to me. “Mostly waiting for Charlie to make her decision.”
Reese knew I hadn’t decided. He’d reminded me of his offer a few times. I felt his attention now and looked up. “Nothing’s changed. I’m still thinking it over.”
He swallowed, some of the carefree demeanor I’d noticed he kept when my friends were around slipping a little.
He squeezed me tighter, saying just over my ear, “Yeah.”
Grant frowned. So did Trent. Owen looked away, adjusting his shoulder.
Hadley and Sophia both seemed to sober.
Lauren was the only one unaffected, for once.
Grant broke the tension. “So.” His eyes moved between us. “You don’t want her to take the job?”
Reese shifted, coming out from behind me, but he kept his arm on my shoulder. “Would you? Knowing what she’s gone through, where she currently is, and knowing she might be working with you guys, but she’ll be working for that board?” His smirk was hard. “No offense, but your board still sucks. I was not impressed with them.”
Lauren looked completely lost.
Owen’s mouth tightened.
“Right.” Grant’s gaze found mine.
Okay. Yeah. This was on me.
I broke free from Reese, hooking my hands in my sleeves. “It’s my decision. I have to decide on a few things, you know that.”
“But what about money?” Grant asked. “I mean, you wouldn’t be making a ton, but rent and stuff is way cheaper in Fairview than here.”
I moved into the kitchen. “Again, it’s my decision. And I’ve not made it yet.”
“You said yourself you can’t afford to stay here much longer…” Grant followed me.
I turned. “And that’s my business!”
Reese moved to stand in the kitchen doorway, resting his shoulder against the frame, but his eyes were not nearly so relaxed.
I hadn’t told him the extent of my financial issues, but at this point, who really cared since he’d already aired some of his thoughts in front of the group.
I gestured to him. “And it’s none of your business either.” And another screw-it moment. “The real truth, for anyone who wants to know, comes down to Damian. He’s still here. He’s still someone I care about. And yes, one day I need to go and visit him.”
I needed alcohol.
Going to the fridge, I yanked the door open.
Reaching inside for the wine, I said—more to it than anyone else, “You don’t stop loving someone even if they’ve forgotten you.”
No one said a thing.
Then, from the living room, Lauren whispered, “Who is Damian?”
That was it. I took the wine and went to my bedroom, shutting the door. Maybe it wasn’t that big of a deal to anyone else. I tried to tell myself that. They all cared about me in their ways, but I cared about their opinions—each one, and they were varied.
Reese didn’t want me in a place that would hurt me again, and with the board, that was a fair assessment. He also didn’t want me to take a job because I had to. Grant, Owen, Hadley, and Sophia, they just wanted me there. They wanted to work with me every day, but they were each making more than I would. They had each other as well, and working there was their full-time job. They wouldn’t have to supplement with a second wage.