Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 114775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 574(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 574(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
I’m happy because I called Jesse last night, and we talked for ages.
We’re not fixed, not by a long shot, but we’re talking, and that’s more than I had this time yesterday.
Jesse said he’d call me tonight after he got done cleaning the windows at the mini-mart. I’m hoping he’ll let me see him this weekend, but I’m not getting my hopes up too much. I’m just happy that I have this contact with him.
I’m currently on my way to Kas’s office. I have a coffee in one hand and a bag of muffins in the other, which I got from the bakery just by the station. I don’t actually know if Kas likes muffins, but I just want to thank him for yesterday. What says thank-you better than spongy goodness?
I’m choosing to forget about the fact that we almost kissed after our horse ride, and I’m also choosing to forget his reaction…the disgust.
I feel a sting of hurt in my chest.
Okay, so, clearly, I haven’t forgotten entirely. But he helped me so much yesterday. Dropped everything to take me to Jesse. Let me have the afternoon off work.
So what if he thinks I’m not good enough to kiss, that I’m beneath him or whatever?
It doesn’t matter. He helped me get to Jesse, and that’s all I care about.
And it’s a good thing that we didn’t kiss. A kiss would have made things messy and possibly put my job at risk.
I need this job. Now more than ever.
Reaching Kas’s office, I knock on the door.
No answer.
I wonder where he is. He’s nowhere else in the house that I know of. Maybe he’s out running.
Should I go look for him, so I can give them to him? Or I could just put them in his office.
Yeah, I’ll put them in his office. That’ll be a nice surprise for him.
Decision made, I push down on the handle of the door and let myself inside.
His office is pristine, as always. I hardly ever get to clean in here because he doesn’t let me, so I can’t take credit for the cleanliness.
I walk over to his desk and put the bag of muffins and coffee down on it.
I grab his Post-it notes and pen.
KAS,
THANK YOU FOR YESTERDAY.
DAISY
Should I put a kiss?
No, that’d be too weird. Especially after yesterday.
Leaving it as it is, I pull the Post-it from the pad and stick it to the front of the muffin bag.
I’ve just put the pen down when a door to my left opens, and in walks Kas.
His eyes go wide on me. He quickly slams the door shut behind him. “What are you doing in here?” His words are quick and biting.
“I was just leaving a thank-you coffee and muffins. I knocked, but there was no answer.” My eyes go to the door that Kas is standing in front of, like a guard.
Has that door always been there? I don’t remember seeing it before.
“Well, if there’s no answer when you knock at a door, it generally means no one’s there, and you come back later. It’s not a fucking invitation to come on in.” His tone is crass.
It pisses me off.
And I really hate it when he swears at me.
“Seriously?” My eyes drag back to him. “I have to come in rooms in this house to clean them, and they have to be empty for that to happen.”
“Were you coming in here to clean?”
“No, but—”
“But what?” he snaps.
“I just wanted to say thank you.” My voice rises an octave.
His eyes widen and then flash to the coffee and bag on his desk. He stares at them for a long moment.
My pulse is thrumming in my neck, and I feel hot.
Very slowly, he brings his eyes back to mine. “Well, you’ve said thank you, and now, you can go.”
I feel stupid.
I don’t know what I expected from bringing him a little thank-you gift. Maybe a smile. A, You didn’t have to. I didn’t expect him to be a wanker.
Why am I surprised?
This is who he is—Kas-hole.
Honestly, I don’t know why I bothered.
Screw him.
I’m about to turn and leave, but my eyes snag on that door he’s still guarding like a sentry.
Why don’t I remember that door? I’ve been in here a handful of times before, and I don’t remember it being there. And doors don’t just magically appear.
I nod my head at the door. “You didn’t show me that room on my tour of this place. Is it a room I need to clean?”
“No,” he snaps, his tone low and dark.
Something has shifted in his expression. He still looks angry, but he also looks…uncomfortable. It’s there in his eyes.
His discomfort pricks my attention because one thing Kas never is, is uncomfortable.
Arrogant? Mean? Angry? A prick? Yes, to all of those things.
But never uncomfortable.
“Okay.” I take a step back. Turning, I pivot on my heel to leave.