Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Oh. That. Why did he think I would care about that? “I see.” I should’ve known.
“We’ll talk all about it when you’re home for winter break. It’s only another few weeks after that.”
As if I don’t know exactly when winter break comes up. As if I’m not practically counting the minutes. Some people sort of dread going home for break because it means giving up the freedom they’ve gotten used to while living at college. For me, it’s the opposite. I won’t have to get up for class, which means I’ll be able to sleep in as long as I want. Dad would never bother me unless I needed to make an appearance at a function where he wanted to make a good impression. I hate that kind of thing, but at least I’d be able to get dressed up.
“Yeah,” I assure him. “I’m looking forward to it.”
“That’s good to hear. I know I’m looking forward to it, too. It will be good having you home again.” Sure, although we haven’t been living together all that long. Sometimes, I wonder if he really feels about me the way he says he does. How can he? We still don’t know each other all that well. Even after all this time, it’s not like we have a warm, tender relationship. I guess I need to take his word for it and let it go.
It’s just that I still remember so clearly how it felt to be really, truly loved by a parent. No, Mom didn’t exactly have time to hang around with me all day. We didn’t go shopping together unless it was for necessities. We didn’t get our nails done or have spa days.
But the time we did spend together was ours. She focused on me. Even if we were sitting and watching a movie together, we were together. She wasn’t on the phone, distracted. And when she asked questions about me, about my day, she listened to the answers. She asked because she wanted to know, not because she felt it was right.
She wasn’t acting. That’s it. It always feels like he’s acting.
“I hope you’re not too disappointed, though. I’ll touch base with Zeke and make sure you have everything you need for any kind of dinner you want to have on Thanksgiving. I’m sure there has to be a restaurant around somewhere you could go to, or that might cater.”
Zeke. Right. We’d be able to spend all this time together… All of a sudden, this is looking a lot better. “I haven’t had a chance to cook a nice meal in a long time. Maybe I could give that a shot.”
“That’s an excellent idea!” He agrees with a lot more enthusiasm than I would have expected. “Sure, make whatever kind of meal you want. The sky’s the limit.”
“I will. And don’t worry about it.” I look over my shoulder again to find Zeke staring at me, his eyes full of questions. “I think we’re going to be just fine.”
I mean, I should thank him. He just gave me an excuse to spend almost a solid week with nothing to do but hang around here naked if I feel like it while Zeke does the same. Oh, gee, no. I’m giggling to myself by the time I go back inside.
“Well? What happened?” Zeke’s eyes dart over my face. “You’re not crying, so I guess that’s a good sign.”
“Everything is fine.”
“What happened, though? Why did he call?” It’s almost cute how anxious he is. I used to look down on him for his devotion—I cringe now, thinking back on it, but I can’t deny how angry it made me, feeling like even he wasn’t on my side. Now I know better.
Now I know his ass is in a sling even more than mine is. I don’t want Dad to be angry with me, but it’s not like I could lose my job over it the way Zeke would—at the very least. He always makes it seem like that would be the least of his problems.
“He said I shouldn’t come home for Thanksgiving.”
His eyebrows knit together instantly. “What? Why?”
“Something to do with business. I don’t know.” I shrug it off. “You would probably know better than I would, honestly. You know more about his business than I do.”
“Not anymore. And even then, I wasn’t exactly his right-hand man.” He rubs the back of his neck, the other hand on his hip, staring at the floor. Deep in thought. “He’s always got business. Why would that stop you from coming home?”
“Honestly? I don’t even care.”
“You don’t? I figured you would look forward to having time off.”
“Time off from what? From school?” I can’t believe he’s being so dense. “I won’t have any schoolwork to do here, either, right?”
“That’s true…”
I walk toward him with slow, even steps. “And you’ll still be here. He didn’t say he needs you to come home for anything.”