Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 86529 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86529 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
She looked over at him. “I think Troy here gets the picture about how serious we are about sticking to the rules. There’s no need to waste you as a resource any longer. We’re going to start adding more afternoon outings for some of the other residents soon, and we’ll need you for those. Today we’re doing games in the dining room, though. So that’s what you’ll be overseeing instead of going out.”
I didn’t know how to respond. “Wow, uh, okay. Thank you for letting me know.”
She nodded at Troy as she headed toward the door. “Good to see you.” Her heels clicked as she made her way down the hall.
Troy and I just looked at each other.
Mr. Serrano interrupted the silence. “Well, I’m certainly gonna miss your company.”
“This fucking blows,” Troy finally said.
“Watch your language,” his grandfather warned.
“Sorry, Nonno.”
“Yeah, it does suck,” I admitted. “I was sort of getting used to these little trips.”
“You’re wearing your Goofy scrubs, too. What a waste.” He frowned.
To add insult to injury, I had decided to wear Troy’s favorite scrubs today. I’d figured it was the least I could do after how good he was to us the other night. And now look where that decision had gotten me—straight into some crappy luck.
God, why does he look so adorable frowning now? I forced myself to move toward the door. “Well, I’d better get going. You two have fun, okay?”
They both had the exact same pout on their faces.
“Bye,” Troy groaned.
Almost out the door, I turned back around, paranoid that Troy had been watching my ass jiggle—AKA Goofy laughing. He flashed a guilty smile. I rolled my eyes and made my way down the hall.
Twenty minutes later, I was setting up a game in the dining room when my phone chimed. It was a photo from Troy. It looked like they were at the park. His grandfather was eating his McDonald’s ice cream cone on a bench, and Troy lifted a coffee.
Troy: Drinking a black coffee in honor of you.
Grinning like a fool, I typed.
Aspyn: Does it taste as bitter as my personality?
Troy: Okay, confession. I might have snuck a little sugar in.
Aspyn: Wuss. Go pay attention to your grandfather and stop texting me before you lose him.
Troy: I only lose him when you’re with me. Anyway, he’s right here, chatting up this lady sitting across from us. I feel like a third wheel. I’m missing the fourth wheel a lot right now.
The fourth wheel? Me. Why was he turning so…mushy? He needed to stop because I was starting to fall for his shit. I slapped my own cheek. You need to remember who you’re dealing with, Aspyn. This is the same guy who cheated on your friend. The same guy who called you names behind your back, causing a rumor that you were actually crazy. (Which might have been a little correct at the time.)
My phone chimed again, snapping me out of my thoughts.
Troy: Seriously, I’m bummed that they took you off my case.
Aspyn: What are you, a criminal? You shouldn’t have a “case.” Behave so you don’t lose your privileges.
Troy: You just gave me an idea.
Aspyn: Uh-oh.
Troy: If I’m late bringing him back, will they send you out with us next time?
Aspyn: Pretty sure next time it’s gonna be Nancy accompanying you.
Troy: I’d better not risk it then. She seems mean. Like black-coffee-drinker mean.
Aspyn: Actually, from what I hear, she’s quite fond of you.
Troy: In what way?
Aspyn: In “that” way…
Troy: Really? That’s a little icky. She’s old enough to be my mother.
Aspyn: You didn’t hear that from me.
Troy: What made you wear the Goofy scrubs today?
I lied.
Aspyn: Everything else was dirty.
Troy: Like my mind…
Aspyn: Yes.
After about a minute, he wrote back again.
Troy: I really enjoyed talking to you the other night.
Heat washed through my body. I felt like I knew where this was leading, and if I agreed, it would only encourage things. So, I didn’t agree that I, too, had enjoyed our conversation.
Aspyn: Thanks again for going to the store for me.
Troy: How’s Kiki doing with everything?
Aspyn: She’s hanging in there. Getting used to her new normal.
Troy: I’m glad she’s okay.
Aspyn: How’s Patrick?
Troy: Still rubbing his asshole on my feet.
Aspyn: LOL
Troy: I’d better let you tend to your games.
Aspyn: Yeah. Good idea.
Troy: Don’t leave until I get to say goodbye later. I’ll meet you out in the parking lot after your shift.
My heart fluttered. Shit.
Despite organizing several card games that afternoon, my mind wandered as I wondered what Troy and his grandfather were up to. I hadn’t realized until today just how much I’d looked forward to hanging out with them.
When 4 PM rolled around, I wasn’t surprised to find Troy waiting for me out in the parking lot, as promised. What did surprise me? He was holding a bouquet of flowers. Upon closer look, they were roses. Black roses.