Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
“No, because Ned Walker is a family man, which is why The Skulls and Chaos Bleeds are still breathing.”
Chapter Three
Luna didn’t need to work today. She had arrived at the diner only to see a closed sign on the door. Mac hadn’t sent out any text messages, so she had no choice but to call him.
He’d been rude when he told her to just enjoy the day for what it was, a day off.
This wasn’t like him. Mac never took time off. Never. The diner had always been open from Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year. He always found a reason to be open. This was odd behavior. So freaking odd.
With an entire day to herself, she went out shopping for groceries. The fridge was pretty much bare. Once she got back to her parents’ home, she started to clean. Not that there was any mess. Her mother loved to clean. It was like a hobby, and she was often found doing it most days.
Luna did it as well, cleaning up every single surface, trying to find more dust. She had inherited her mother’s trait of cleanliness. There was not a speck of dust to be found. Not surprising.
She stood in the center of her parents’ living room and rubbed her head. This was real boredom.
Since going to college, she had never been bored. Between work, study, and trying to have a life, she had never just stood around with nothing to do. This was foreign, and it wasn’t right.
Nibbling on her bottom lip, she tried to think of what else she could do. Anything that would be fun, that wouldn’t be boring.
There was only one thing to do—what she had been avoiding.
In the dining room, where she stored her laptop bag, she grabbed her computer, sat down, and flipped it open. She turned it on and waited for it to load, which only took a few seconds. Once she was logged into her account, she went to the documents and opened the first story she had been working on since before college.
A romance story. A stupid lame one that involved the nerdy fat girl and the hot insane biker. Just seeing the first line had her gritting her teeth, and she slammed down the lid.
Paige Williamson was never supposed to fall in love…
It was a stupid line, one she hated.
But she had changed the name.
Yes.
This wasn’t Luna Daniels’s story. Only, it was. To a point.
She couldn’t do it. Luna had promised herself that if she got the job at the publishing house, not only would she finish her book, she would seek to get it published. That hadn’t happened.
There was no job for her. The publishing house had declined her, which was why she ended up working as a teaching assistant.
She got to her feet, about to make herself some coffee, when there was a knock at her door.
Growing up in Vale Valley, she never had any friends. That wasn’t even putting it mildly. No one had liked her, or if they had, they hadn’t said anything. She had gone through preschool, kindergarten, and all the way up to high school without making any close friends.
Her parents often pitied her, but she hadn’t minded.
She opened the front door to find, Holly Bana, Matthew’s stepmom on the front door.
“Mrs. Bana,” she said.
“Please, call me, Holly.” She held a box in her hand. “I baked some cookies.”
“For the food blog?”
“Ah, yes, I did, but actually, no, I baked them for you. This morning.”
Duke must have told her she was back.
“Oh, er, thanks.” She took the offered box of cookies. “My parents aren’t here.”
“Oh, I know. I came by to see you.”
“Oh.”
Holly smiled.
Why was Matthew’s stepmom coming to see her?
You’d find out if you opened the door and stopped being rude.
There was no choice. Holly was being nice, and she had the whole box of cookies. Was that why she was doing it? The cookies?
Luna stepped back from the door, inviting Holly in. She smiled and entered, thanking her. This was all very proper.
Luna closed the door. “Er, would you like a coffee?”
“Yes, that would be lovely.”
She nodded and walked toward the kitchen. The coffee pot was empty, so she got to work filling it with the coffee blend her parents liked. “Thank you for the cookies.”
“I hope you like them.”
She had no doubt that she would. With the coffee pot percolating, she turned back toward Holly. There was not enough noise. “So, you came to see me.”
“Yes, I did. I wanted to know how you were doing.”
“I’m doing fine. You?” Luna asked.
“Yes, I’m very well, thank you. Mary and I are busy working and all that.”
“I heard about your blog doing well. I used to visit it when I was in college. You had the budget section. It helped to find the right recipes to use, and you know, save money.” The food was always delicious.