Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 110273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
Theresa came into the dining area and circled around. She ducked her head, laughing, her shoulders shaking. “Never dull around the Francis family, that’s certainly true.”
Matt threw her a cocky smirk, picking up his own coffee and pulling out a flask from his pocket. He uncapped it, pouring some booze into his coffee, and said, as he recapped and returned it, “And that’s why we love you both and you put up with us.”
Marie grunted, taking the washcloth from my chest. Most of the coffee had been absorbed into it, and Marie was right. I touched my chest. The sizzling had been the sound of sausage being fried from the kitchen. I gave her a sheepish look, sinking back in my seat. “Thanks, Marie. You’re a chest saver.”
Theresa started laughing, putting down a plate of toast and returning to the kitchen. “That’s a new one I’ve never heard my mama called.”
Marie was trying to look at me all stern-like, but at her daughter’s joke, her eyes warmed and she couldn’t keep half of her mouth from curving up in a grin.
A wave of jealousy washed through me.
It was abrupt and powerful, enough that it wiped everything out of me. A tear filled my eye, but I kept it back and looked down to my lap.
God.
I wanted that back.
Mom and daughter. In the same house. Teasing comments. A mother’s pride at just hearing her daughter sounding happy. I wanted it, so bad.
I was biting my lip.
I was tired of crying. I was tired of being a zombie. I wanted to live again. I wanted to move forward, keep going, and damn it, that’s what I was doing. And I was starting with eating a goddamn good breakfast. After that, I announced, “I’m going to Hawking today.”
Conversation stopped.
Okay, there hadn’t been much of a conversation going. Matt was on his phone, and he looked up. Marie was pouring some orange juice into two glasses and put the pitcher down, probably more because both glasses were full, but still. The thought counted here.
I was counting it.
I looked between the two, not having a clue what day it was, what time it was, or where anyone except Kash was, but I said it again for dramatic effect. “I’m going to reenroll and finish my studies.” I picked up the orange juice glass that Marie had put in front of me. “It’s time.”
Matt lifted an eyebrow. He and Marie exchanged a look before he sat up in his chair. “You sure?”
“I’m sure.” I gave Marie another sheepish grin. “This is really good orange juice.”
She just frowned at me.
Matt coughed, leaning back in his chair. “I’ll come with you today.”
I looked at him. “Huh?”
“Today. School. You’re going in to reenroll, right? Talk to them. I’d imagine there’d need to be some form of meeting, since they gave you extended leave from your studies.” He shrugged, picking up his coffee. “I’ll go with you. Team Batt.” He winked, taking a sip.
Marie was looking between the two of us. “I agree with that idea. Matt will go with you. Team Batt…”
Matt just laughed. “You’ve no clue what that means.”
She went past him to the kitchen, and as she did, she raised her hand, making a motion like she was going to smack the back of his head. She didn’t actually hit him, but Matt followed her, turning his head so he could see her. Noting her implication, he just chuckled, and then he called out, “Fitzy!”
Fitz, my bodyguard-slash-driver, stepped in from the other hallway. “I heard.”
Matt narrowed his eyes at my security guard, raising his coffee again. “I’m assuming you know what to do.”
The subtext was to let Kash know my decision and probably to set in motion letting whoever else needed to know about my reentry into school, but I kept quiet about my other plans. For those, I figured it worked out best if Matt was the one coming with me, and not Kash himself.
“Okay.” Matt saluted me with his coffee, right before he finished drinking it. “Meet you out front in twenty minutes?”
I nodded, reaching for and then downing my orange juice as he got up, going to his room.
It was really good orange juice.
NINE
Bailey
Turns out, it was a Wednesday and smack in the first week of February, so that meant classes were a go. That also meant my advisor thought I was nuts. She said it herself. Ms. Wells shook her head but went to work on her computer. “Okay. Are you sure you want to take last semester’s finals this week, and then also try to catch up?”
“Yes.”
I was firm. I was adamant.
She stopped typing and looked over my shoulder to where Matt was standing. He shuffled over, coming to sit next to me. He shrugged, shaking his head, and folded his arms over his chest. “She woke up with a mission today. Don’t look at me to talk sense into her. She’s the genius, not me.”