Page 124 of My Sweet Dollie, You Have to Love Me
Dollie—present day
Eight days and half a book buddy read later, and today I’m up to my elbows in cake mix and frosting.
With perfect precision, I frost the last of this batch, turning the small cupcake into a perfect flower, and I set them aside.
I’m grateful I’m so busy today, as it gives me less time to focus on my shame from last night.
My phone buzzes in my apron pocket, and dread almost crushes me.
Pulling it out, I see it’s not Lucky. I haven’t heard from him today, which isn’t like him, and then I remembered my behavior the last time we talked.
Last night, I really took things too far with him. Way too far, but it was nice to feel wanted.
I’m not sure if it’s a good or bad thing, but the message isn’t from him. It’s from Shane, a simple happy birthday. When I click it open, another appears, asking if I’d like to do something for it.
He’s never asked before.
Maybe he’s changed.
But even change doesn’t excuse all he’s done.
Dollancie:
I don’t think that’s a good idea.
This is the first of his messages I respond to. He’s sent a few over the last few days, and they all sit unanswered in this chat.
Shane:
I’ll do better. I promise. One chance.
I’ve been worried sick about you staying there with him. We don’t know what he could do to you. The thought of him hurting you is the biggest wake-up call of my life. Please, talk to me. Let me take you out tonight.
Dollancie:
I have a baking job tonight. I’m busy. And I’m fine.
It’s a lie. Fine isn’t a word I’d use to describe how I feel about Ambrose in this house. However, he hasn’t hurt me. There’s just… an uneasiness between us.
Another message appears, interrupting that thought.
Shane:
Tomorrow then?
When I fail to answer, distracted by Bubbles, who hasn’t left my side today, Shane texts again.
Shane:
Think about it?
Please.
Dollancie:
Sure.
Thought about it, and no, because I’m already too wrapped up in someone else—someone I’ve never met but spend all my nights with. That is, assuming I ever hear from him again.
