Page 38 of Unexpected Hero

But it’s home for the rest of the month. If I get a little extra cash, I’m considering renting a carpet shampooer and doing these floors. That might help. Some fresh new bedding would be nice too.

But I have to use what I got from James for more pressing needs.

James.

Swoon.

I open up my notes app, creating a note to track how much I owe him.

An icky feeling still lingers at the thought of taking handouts, but it’s not like I have other options. I damn sure ain’t asking Stella or Mama for money. Not that Mama would give it to me anyhow. She’s so cheap she squeezes the quarter tight enough to make the eagle scream.

Oh Stella. I owe her a recap of our date. And the more I think about it, the more I’m convinced it was an actual date. It may have started because of pity, but when he said goodbye and stood by my car, the look in his eyes was pretty damn convincing. He sees me as more than a charity case. I can feel it in my bones.

And my vagina.

After placing the snacks he bought me in the small refrigerator in the corner of the room, I kick off my shoes and slide on my slippers. No bare feet in here. Ever. Period. Not even in the shower. That’s what flip-flops are for.

Lying on the bed, I grab my phone and scroll through my playlists to find the perfect music to suit my mood. Upbeat country comes sailing out of my Bluetooth speaker in the corner a few seconds later.

I find myself grinning and humming along as I type out my text update.

Me

I’m still alive. The date is over. It was a little bit awkward at first, but it ended nicely.

Stella

Are you seeing him again?

Me

Yes.

Stella

Did he ask to see you again, or did you ask him? Details, please.

Me

He asked. It was sweet.

Stella

Did you pick a time and day?

Me

No, but we exchanged numbers.

Stella

Where is the photo I requested so I can do a background screening on him?

Me

Stop that. Don’t be a stalker. I’m not going to invade his privacy. He’s really nice.

Stella

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