Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
I’m sure he would rather there not be tension between the two families, and our bickering has gone on for far too long. I don’t know how to break it, but maybe he’s trying to fix it. God, now I’m more confused than ever.
I pop into the small coffee shop around the corner from our apartment and order a hot chocolate and a slice of banana nut bread. Now when Briar asks if I had dinner, I can tell her I did because cake definitely counts. Especially after today.
Unable to control myself, I pull out my phone and see if maybe Heath sent me a message. My breath catches when I see one from him.
Heath: Sorry
“Whatever,” I huff under my breath. One word? He’s too busy with her to say more, I suppose.
“Meadow.” Someone calls my name, and I think it’s my order, but then I spot Professor Rookwood headed toward me. I smile because he was one of my favorites. Most of the teaching staff at the university was female, but Professor Rookwood is way ahead of the curve when it comes to things like crypto currency.
“Hey, Professor.”
“Call me Alex. I’m not your teacher anymore.”
“All right, Alex,” I say. “Feels weird.”
“Old habits die hard,” he jokes, and I can’t help but think how true that is. “How are things? I heard about you getting a job at Gondal Assist.”
“Really?”
“Phillips might have called me.” He smirks, and that makes sense.
“Before or after I got the job?”
“Both.”
“Thank you. You must have said good things about me.”
“I only told him the truth.” He shrugs.
“Still, that means a lot. How's the book going?” I ask, and he lets out a long breath. “Sorry I asked.”
“It’s fine. I’m going in circles with it.” Alex helped the government unmask the TWC scandal. The telecommunications company made 4.2 billion fraudulent entries to inflate revenue through fake unallocated revenue accounts—all in a scheme to make the company appear to be doing better than it truly was.
“You’ll get it. I’m sure it’s hard to sit down and write it all out. It was a crazy story.” We’re used to going through crap, not creating it. People like us essentially pull things apart and break them down. “When it doesn’t add up…” I tease.
“You go back to the start.” He finishes the line he often said in class when we’d hit a wall on something.
“Meadow,” the barista calls.
“I’m up.” I point toward the counter.
“Maybe I could get your number and bounce some things off you.”
“I know nothing about writing. I might make it worse.”
“To be honest, I’m trying to get your number, Meadow.”
“Oh,” I say, shocked. “But…”
“I’m not your teacher anymore,” he says, and he’s right. He is, however, a decade older than me. It’s on the tip of my tongue to say no, but then the blonde in the elevator pops into my head.
“Okay.”
He pulls out his phone, and I rattle off my number. My phone vibrates a second later with his text.
“I’ll be in touch.” He smiles before heading over to place his own order.
The whole way back to my apartment, I wonder if I did the wrong thing. Alex is cute, and we’re interested in a lot of the same things, but it feels off for some reason.
“Pizza!” Briar announces as she bursts into our apartment an hour later. “I knew if you ate, it was only a pastry or cake.” She’s not wrong.
“Pizza sounds good.” Briar places the box down on the counter, and I get up from the couch, grabbing some napkins while she gives the kittens kisses.
“So?”
“So what?”
“Why do you even try that?” my sister tosses back at me, and I take a giant bite of the cheesy pizza. I don’t know why I do it either.
“This is good. Is it from the place around the block we keep saying we’re going to try?”
“Yes, now tell me whatever it is that’s happening here. You were good when I left after lunch.”
“Heath was with that blonde again,” I tell her since I might as well get it out there, but I decide not to mention the kiss.
“The one from the bar on Friday?” We hadn’t talked about her, but clearly we both took note. I tell her what happened and then mention Alex. “Professor Rookwood!” Her whole face lights up.
“You know him?” Our university wasn’t giant, but there were a lot of teachers, and Professor Rookwood’s classes weren’t ones Briar would be anywhere near.
“We went to an all-girls university that had maybe four males on staff. All the girls talked about Professor Rookwood. Or should I say Alex?” She wiggles her eyebrows.
“Whatever,” I laugh. “I think I might avoid going out if and when he asks.”
“Why?”
“There isn’t a spark.” I shrug.
“Maybe because you’re not open to seeing them. It’s only a date, Meadow. Just do coffee or happy hour; you don’t have to do a whole dinner. Test it out and see what you think.”