Page 78 of Unbreakable Love

She blew me a kiss and headed toward my door. “Be ready for this week. The kids are more feral than normal after a holiday weekend.”

“I’m on it. Caffeinated and prepared and well-slept.”

If I could stop thinking about Gavin and those kisses and that hard length between us last night, I’d be ready to go.

My phone bounced and vibrated across my kitchen island, and I grabbed it before it could dance right off the edge.

A smile broke out as I saw Gavin’s name.

Josie wants Millie’s tonight for dinner. Want to be ambushed again?

I glanced at the leftover chicken I’d just taken out of the fridge to reheat. There wasn’t much left and I had to finish it or throw it out, but the thought of eating it again made me want to puke.

A girl could only eat so much roasted chicken. Besides, a night out with Gavin and Josie was perfect. And sneaky. A tiny shiver of excitement slid through me and when I picked up my phone to text him back. A wonky smile was reflected on the screen.

Maybe Faye was right yesterday. Maybe I did have a funny look on my face.

No regrets, though.

I’ll be there in twenty.

We’ll be there in twenty-three.

I snorted. Impatient, apparently, was Gavin, and I wasn’t regretting that either. I hadn’t seen him in two days, and I wasn’t expecting for him to try to maneuver a night with him and Josie again so quickly. Sunday’s excuse had been for Josie to meet my sister.

Today it was Millie’s Diner.

At the rate Gavin was going, the entire town would suspect something by Friday. And yet, I wasn’t sure I could regret that either.

Look at me. Living for me and no one else just like Maize wanted.

I sent her a quick text while I was thinking about her.

Headed to dinner with Gavin and Josie tonight.

She texted me when she got back to her dorm late last night, but I hadn’t heard from her today.

Maize

Go get your man, sis. Make good choices.

A snicker fell from my mouth and I rolled my eyes.

Always do.

You should probably do something different.

Her text was followed by two winking faces.

I should have known that was coming.

Since I changed into sweats as soon as I walked in the door after school, I headed to my room and slipped into a pair of loose-fitting, boyfriend cut jeans and a cropped beige sweater with a mock neck collar. It was knitted, soft, and while it was more casual than what I’d wear to school to teach, it was dressier than Gavin had seen me in the last week.

He might not mind my flannel pants and worn tees, but tonight, I wanted to make a passing effort.

Nineteen minutes later, I was walking into Millie’s. The same hostess or server who sat me last time was at the entrance stand.

“Hi, Miss Pesco. Welcome back.”

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