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I shouldn’t be surprised. I couldn’t expect them to keep talking to me when they should be working on their relationship.
“Rommy—”
Pushing my shoulders back, I smiled up at Dad. “Nope. I’m all good. They’ll text sooner or later. I’m gonna grab a strawberry milk and head to my bay. I have a sweet car waiting for me.”
Dad thinned his lips, but he nodded. “Okay, kid. Good to keep busy.”
“Exactly.” On my way out, I took a carton of strawberry milk out of the refrigerator. Not that I really wanted it. I wasn’t in the mood for a drink or food, but I didn’t want to worry Dad more. I still opened it and drank it down before throwing it in one of the rubbish bins along the way.
“Rommy, you comin’ to see Payton in her school concert?” Billy asked as I walked by his bay where he and Pick were tinkering on their rides.
“When was it again?” I asked, smiling sheepishly. Things slipped my mind all the time, and I even forget to put it in my calendar to remind me.
“Next weekend.”
“Text me a link to the tickets. Is she singing?” Payton had an amazing voice, and I believed she could go far with it, if her dads let go of the reins. I’d have to talk to Josie to see if she thought Payton wanted a career in music.
“Yeah, got the main role in Hairspray.”
“Oh my God, I love that movie. I’ll be there.”
Pick tipped his chin up at me smiling as Billy said, “Wicked.”
I kept moving on to my bay. Knife and Beast weren’t in yet. They probably had a late one since there’d been a party at the club. I hadn’t gone. I’d worked my butt off yesterday and went home to see if Quake and Eve were free to chat, but they never got back to me.
Had I done something?
Maybe I said the wrong thing.
I tended to do that a lot.
But I thought they didn’t mind me being me.
They could just be busy.
But we’d never gone this long without talking in one way or another.
If they’d just sent one quick text, I wouldn’t be all up in my head with worry or fear that I’d lost them.
I couldn’t lose them.
In my bay, I slipped on my coveralls and grabbed my headphones.
Please let my work and music take my mind off everything else.
I just needed a breather from the achy chest and twisted gut.
Placing my headphones on, I selected a playlist and busied myself with the job.
I loved my work.
It was a puzzle most days, and it did entertain my mind.
Except today, I kept glancing at my phone to see if the screen was lit up with a new message.
It wasn’t, and the minutes were dragging by painfully.
Once again, I shoved my mind back onto business. This time I lasted another hour before I picked up my phone.
