Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 532(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 532(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
“Which one?” I ask him, and he looks at Justin.
“Name one,” he says. “I scored in all of them.”
“Cocky,” Justin says and then looks at me, but his look is different this time. It’s soft. “Come eat.”
“I’m really not hungry. Dylan can have mine,” I tell them, knowing that there is nothing in the fridge today.
“He already had two,” Justin says, getting up. “Come and sit and eat something.”
I walk over, my pulse picking up as he holds out the chair for me. “Go get dressed,” I tell Dylan, who gets up and walks into the bedroom. Justin walks around the table and sits where Dylan just left. “Do you work today?” he asks, and I look down and then look up at him.
“No, not today,” I say, not ready to admit that I got fired.
“What are you doing today?” he asks. I think of all the errands I have to run, but I just shrug.
“Not much. Just laundry,” I say and take a bite of the sandwich that he brought. The buttery croissant melts in my mouth, and I take a sip of the hot coffee.
“Do you want to drive us to the rink and take the SUV again?” he asks. He leans back in the chair and stretches, his shirt coming up just a touch, giving me a glimpse of his lower abs.
“No,” I say, trying not to look but failing miserably. “I don’t need it.”
“Okay,” he says. “What are your plans this weekend?”
“I have to work,” I say. “Saturday afternoon and Sunday all day.”
“What about after work?”
“I have no idea,” I answer him. “I usually never make plans.”
“Good,” he says, smiling, and I just look at him. “We’ll have a barbecue at my place, and then we can go swimming.”
“Um …” I try to come up with an excuse that sounds good or at least something better than the fact I don’t own a suit. “I don’t know. Why don’t we see how we feel after the day is over?”
“Sounds good,” he says, and then Dylan comes out of the bedroom dressed in his uniform for camp. “Ready, buddy?” Justin gets up, and I follow suit, not sure I’m okay with him taking Dylan without me.
“Give me a hug,” I tell Dylan, who comes over and hugs me around the waist, and I kiss his head. “Have an amazing day.”
“You, too, Mom,” he says, and I lean down to kiss his lips. He walks away from me, and Justin is suddenly at my side.
“Have a good day,” he says, his voice soft. He comes closer, and I don’t breathe. I don’t do anything really; all I know is that my neck starts to get hot, and my heart starts to echo in my ears. His face comes close to mine, and then he leans in and kisses me softly on my cheek. “I’ll call you later,” he whispers, and then he’s gone.
Walking out of the door with Dylan by his side as he asks him questions, Justin closes the door softly behind them. All I can do is stand, my hand flying to my cheek where the soft kiss still lingers. I don’t move until my phone rings, and I walk to it and see it’s Justin.
“Hello.”
“You didn’t lock the door,” he says, and then I hear him slam the door and start the ignition. “Did you lock it now?” I roll my eyes, and before I can say anything, he continues, “Let me hear you lock it now.”
“You’re kidding me, right?” I ask, annoyed, then pissed. “I’ve been taking care of me and Dylan …” I don’t finish that sentence either.
“Yeah, and you’ve done a great job of it, but”—his voice goes low—“can you just do this for me, please?” I want to tell him no, that I don’t need to lock the door because I can look after myself, but having someone worry about me is a strange feeling—one I don’t know what to do about—so I walk to the door and turn the knob, locking it.
“There, are you happy?” I ask, not sure if he heard the click or not.
“Very,” he says, and I don’t know why, but I can see him smiling like he is standing right in front of me. The dimple on the left side of his cheek calling for me to reach out and touch it. But before I get ahead of myself, I close my eyes and remind myself there is no time, and Justin definitely doesn’t need me in his life. “I’ll call you later.”
Putting the phone down, I get my stuff together. An hour later, I’m walking out of the apartment and making my way toward the church. I pull open the big brown door, and the incense hits me right away along with the silence and the instant peace that I always feel here. I walk down the aisles with wooden pews on each side. The church has seen better days—some of the ceiling paint is peeling and the stained glass colors are fading. I walk past the altar to the side where an open door leads you to two bathrooms and the stairs going to the basement.