Page 31 of Kissing Chaos
“Power ranger.” He snorts.
I roll my eyes at the jab.
“Elevators are far superior to any other trade. Pay, benefits, everything. So, it’s much more cutthroat. Tough to get in. Can’t take shit from anyone unless you’re willing to be under someone else’s boot.”
“That sounds miserable.”
“Maybe, but I am great at what I do and I enjoy it. I’ll deal with the negative to keep doing what I love.”
“Can definitely understand the passion aspect.”
“So, what do you do?”
A huff leaves me along with a shake of my head. “Lost my job a few weeks back.”
“That sucks, but it doesn’t answer my question.”
I shrug. “I was an assistant editor for a small firm. I had been with them since college.”
“Was it something you enjoyed?”
“I’m good at it.”
“Okay, but I asked if you enjoy it. Isityour passion?”
“I don’t think I ever want to work for someone else again.” I look at him sheepishly. “I’ve always wanted to open a multifaceted bookstore. Support indie authors and help get their books out there, you know? I’ve read so many over the years that just don’t gain enough of a following to become household names. They’re phenomenal, but the only reason I found them is because I search for indie reads. I’d offer my editing services on the side, independently. Hopefully, I’d be able to sell coffee and snacks as well.”
I shrug, studying my coffee cup. “I don’t know. I’ve never been great at handling my finances, so at this point I just need something that’ll pay the bills. My savings will only go so far, so I don’t think I’ll be trying to go out on my own any time soon.”
Instead of the incredulous look McKenna always gives me or the condescending glances my brother shoots my way any time I bring up my dream, Noah just…looks…at me. No judgment. No questioning whether I’m capable. No calling me crazy.
“You should do it.”
“It’s not that simple.”
“Sure it is.”
“You sound like my dad.”
“He sounds like a smart guy. You know, aside from being an electrician and all.”
Shaking my head, I check my phone again and realize how quickly time has passed with Noah. If I sit here any longer, I’ll be late. “Shit, Noah, I have to go.”
“You have time. Kristen’s office is just a block over.”
I nod, even though I hadn’t realized how close this little park is to the town’s physicians building. As I stand and look around, trying to figure out how to get where I need to go, Noah stands with me, hooking his arm with mine. Butterflies stir in my stomach, but I shove the metaphorical creatures down. Now is not the time.
“I’ll walk you,” Noah says.
Too thankful since I’d probably get lost otherwise, I let Noah lead me, and sure enough, the building I need is just a short walk away.
“Do you like hockey?” he asks suddenly.
It feels like a trick of some sort, but I nod anyway. “Only Steele Valley Voltage, since they’re local. I haven’t really followed any other team.”
“I usually watch replays on Sundays since I don’t have the option to stay up late enough during the week. Or a live game depending on the schedule. Can I interest you in joining me this week? I’ll provide food and blankets?” He pulls me to a stop outside the doors to Dr. Kristen’s building.
“How’d you know I like blankets?” Anything soft, fuzzy, or cuddly is what this girl dreams of.
