Total pages in book: 150
Estimated words: 147136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 736(@200wpm)___ 589(@250wpm)___ 490(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 736(@200wpm)___ 589(@250wpm)___ 490(@300wpm)
“What, babe?”
My chest felt tight. I was no longer relaxing in that chair with my foot up. I was hunched over the table, elbows holding the weight of my upper body and my head cradled in my hand as I listened and waited, staring at the tattered pages of my book.
“He wouldn’t give up anything for me anymore. Not one damn thing. Not even if I was allergic to it.”
I breathed deep with such force, my nostrils flared.
I hated hearing the hurt in Syd’s voice. It fucking ate at me.
I stood up and walked to the fridge to grab another beer.
It was either that or hunt down every Marcus currently living and breathing and beating the shit out of them one at a time.
“Know what I think you should do?” I asked her, holding the bottle at an angle against the counter and knocking the cap off with the side of my hand.
I took a swig.
She sighed, thinking about it. “Go buy a bag of peanut butter cups and eat the entire thing, then mail all the wrappers to Marcus in a box wrapped all pretty with a bow?”
I smirked.
“Not a bad idea, but what the fuck is the point of eating peanut butter cups if they aren’t mixed with vanilla ice cream with whipped cream on top and you’re not sitting at a booth eating it out of a giant sundae glass? Go big or go home, Wild. And I’d expect nothing but big coming from you.”
She paused, then with a smile in her voice added, “And peanut butter sauce. They put that in it, too.”
“Good. You’re making up for seven years. You deserve a fuck-ton of it.”
“You think that’s what I should do? Go to Friendly’s and eat a sundae?”
“I think you should do whatever you want to do, and if that’s eat peanut butter with every meal for the rest of your life while you’re surrounded by boxers with two fucking names, do it,” I replied. “It’s your life, babe. I get why you gave it up and respect that, I hope he respected it ’cause giving up a memory like that is heavy and not something he should’ve brushed aside, but if you’re saying he’s past the point of giving up shit for you, then fuck it.”
“It’s my life,” she whispered, breathing a little faster like she was excited.
She was repeating what I had said, and hearing it coming out of her own mouth, really listening, tasting those words and getting used to the idea of living that life. For the first time.
That made me smile.
I heard the jingle of keys through the phone and turned, glancing at the time on the stove.
“Where you going, Wild?” I asked, and I did this grinning, not smiling, fucking grinning because I knew where she was going.
But it still felt good hearing her confirm it.
“To live my life.”
Two hours later I checked up on her.
You eat a sundae?
Nope. I ate two.
* * *
What’s a four letter word for the guy at Table 6 is pissing me off.
Bad day, Wild?
He’s complaining about everything! And it’s stupid stuff. Like his water is too cold and he wanted two tomatoes on his BLT, not one. He didn’t say anything about tomatoes when he ordered and HOW IS WATER TOO COLD? I’m going to get the worst tip if he even leaves one and I’m betting he doesn’t.
Maybe you need a break.
Can’t. One girl called out ’cause her son is sick so we’re short and it’s lunch rush.
OMG he just told me the lights are too bright in here. I’m going to kill him.
Won’t be able to talk to you if you’re in jail.
Fine. I won’t kill him. But I’m not bringing him extra napkins. So he’s gonna know I’m mad.
Damn girl.
Shit just got real, B. I’m a redhead. He should know better.
* * *
I almost died just now. Our last conversation would’ve been about how underrated Violent Femmes are. I would’ve been okay with that.
I read her text and immediately hit Dial as I stepped into the back office at Wax and kicked the door shut behind me for privacy.
Cole was out on the floor. I didn’t need him hearing this shit and asking me about it.
Sydney wasn’t something I shared with anyone, and I was planning on keeping it that way.
“Hey,” she answered with a smile in her voice. “I’m surprised you’re calling. I figured you’d be working right now.”
“I am fucking working right now.”
“Uh …okay. What’s up? Why do you sound mad?”
“What the fuck do you mean you almost died?”
I kept my voice down but didn’t keep the edge from it. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to swallow that back right now. I was pissed. And her nonchalant tone was only fueling my irritation.
“Oh,” she answered through a light chuckle. “I was kidding. I mean, not totally kidding. There was a small fire but it’s been dealt with. Crisis averted. But it definitely could’ve gotten out of control if Tori didn’t have a fire extinguisher. Luckily, she does.”