Page 89 of The Nicest Thing
"This can't be right," she whispered.
"What?" I asked.
"I never turn on my notifications.You know that."
"Because they're annoying, and you don't want to become a slave to technology."I gestured for her to go on."What's happening?"
"There are thousands of likes and comments."
"Really?Cool."
"Cool," she echoed.
"What about sales?Anything good there?"
"Let me check."Rose gave a nod, typing quickly—then she froze altogether."Finn."
Her eyes slowly lifted to meet mine.
Rose opened her mouth, but no sound came out.
"Good?" I asked.
"Not good," she said then held out her phone, showing me the numbers."Freaking amazing!"
They looked high to me, and I'd done a little research, trying to figure out how much a typical indie author made.
But I wasn't sure what the data meant to Rose.
"Is it enough to cover Grandma Rose?" I asked."Will she be able to stay at Silver Springs?"
Rose's eyes were misty as she stared back at me."It's enough," she said."It's more than enough.Yayaisn't in danger anymore."
"I'm glad."
"Finn, I couldn't have done this without you."
I shrugged that off."Yeah, you could've."
"I don't think so."
"It was your idea to try reels, your writing that made people buy your books.I was just the lucky guy who got to be your assistant."
"Book husband," she corrected, and I smiled.
"That too."
I wanted to hug her, kiss her smiling lips, tell her that I was in love with her.But before I could do any of that, Rose's phone buzzed.She looked down, and as I watched her hand flew to her mouth, the breath leaving her lungs in an audible woosh.
"Everything okay?" I asked.
"I…"
"Yeah?"
"Oh goodness."
"Rose, you're scaring me.Who is it?"
