Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 47615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
I don’t want him worrying about that on top of Abby going AWOL.
But Kane’s always thinking of my feelings too, so when he quizzes me if I’ve heard from my mom as well, I know I have to tell him.
Show him, really. It’s just easier to hand him my phone, so he can read the messages for himself.
“That’s my mom…,” I let him know as he stares at the screen, thumbing through each message with a frown before he finally clicks his tongue, handing me my phone back.
“I guess at least she’s clear in her meaning,” he says with raised brows, puffing the air out of his cheeks as I skim over her final ultimatum.
“Come home or don’t bother coming home at all…,” I read the message again aloud.
“I guess that’s about as clear as you can get,” I groan.
But what really surprises me is how much her message doesn’t bother me.
Not even the way it might’ve if I’d read it before last night.
Before I knew without a doubt that Kane and I are gonna be together, no matter what.
“She doesn’t mention the extra hired help either,” Kane muses to himself, shrugging a little as he lets it go in his mind.
But he asks me if my mom likes working at the diner, which is a little out of the blue.
I think about it for a second. “Yeah, I guess she does… I mean, it’s all she does. Practically runs the place for the owner who pays her peanuts.”
“And you’re okay with never going back?” he asks. “To the diner, I mean.” Making sure it’s my decision whether I want to go home or not.
But I’m pretty sure we both made some not-so-silent agreements last night after he made me come for what felt like the twentieth time as I called his name.
I’m not going anywhere unless Kane’s with me, and he doesn’t need to tell me again that he feels the same way.
“My only worry is how mom will get by without me,” I confess. “But with one less person to support, I dunno. She might even be better off,” I murmur.
Not even minding that I’m not upset about the idea of her tossing me out.
I mean, if it’s a choice between living at home or being with Kane, it’s a no-brainer, really.
I push it to the back of my mind. But Kane seems determined to get as much information as he can for some reason.
He quizzes me some more about the diner and the owner. But there’s only so much of that place I feel like remembering.
Shooting me a smile, he looks like a man with a plan. But one he doesn’t quite feel like sharing right now.
And me mentioning Abby again shifts his expression back to the worried dad mode.
“It is weird for Abs not to be texting me non-stop,” I tell him, giving me a stern look as he growls in agreement.
“I know,” he sighs after going quiet for a while. Deep in thought again before he suddenly smiles.
“I’m still up for just packing a bag and heading out there,” he says. Making my stomach turn with a knot of anxiety.
Apart from having a real phobia of flying, the idea of just turning up to surprise Abby terrifies me.
Almost like she’ll just know what’s going on as soon as she sees me near her dad.
I mean, it’s not as if we can hide it anymore.
“I’m not exactly equipped for travel,” I say, glancing down at my now permanent outfit of nothing but one of his shirts.
But Kane shoots me a look that tells me he’s not kidding.
“I mean it, Jen. We could book our tickets and a hotel right now. We could be having dinner in New York and then catch Abby’s show,” he says with a ‘why not?’ attitude.
I guess I’m just not used to that kind of spur-of-the-moment thinking.
I’ve never really been further than a few miles outta town. New York City may as well be another planet for me.
And Abby did say that she wouldn’t be on stage for a performance any time soon. She has to rehearse her part.
But having eaten more in one day than I probably would in a week, I have to ask Kane if he’s always thinking about food before anything else, which makes him chuckle.
I’m still full of our breakfast slash lunch. Happy to skip dinner altogether if I don’t want to end up the size of a house.
“I guess I am,” Kane grins, widening his eyes and looking me over.
As if I’m somehow a part of his diet now as well.
My phone pinging in my hand makes me jump, but if it gets me off the hook with Kane’s sudden plans to travel by plane, I’ll take it.
“Speak of the devil,” I chime. “It’s Abby…,” I say but stop short of reading out her text.