Me: Probably worse.
Kat: Need me to call?
Me: Yes, please!
Jed just keeps on going and somehow is almost done with his plate. “He tried saying that I still owe him the full two-fifty?—”
My phone vibrates in my lap. “One sec.” I hold up a finger, interrupting hisrivetingtale. “Hello?”
“On a scale of one to dumpster fire, how awful is this date?” Kat whispers.
Gasping, I exclaim animatedly, “Is Noah okay?”
“Oh, so it’s a triple forest fire.”
Injecting worry in my tone, I reply, “I’ll be right there. Thanks for letting me know.” I end the call and face Jed. “I’m so sorry, but I need to go. Noah just threw up everywhere and is running a fever.”
Jed shakes his head. “Kids are resilient. I’m sure he’ll be okay.”
Is he…is he not going to take me home?
“I need to go home now,” I state sternly.
“But I wanted to take you to see this new horror movie. It has great reviews.”
I ignore his plea and repeat myself, “I need to go home now.”
He looks up at the ceiling and sighs. When he looks at me, his whole attitude has shifted. “Fine.” He quickly gets the check and pays. I absently watch as he signs the receipt, but don’t realize until we’re out the door that he didn’t even leave a tip.
Asshole, indeed.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
GRIFFIN
“And that one looks like a butterfly,” I say to no one in particular. Literally no one.
Tonight is the first night I’ve had off in years. Knox and I decided that The Wandering Raven will be closed on Mondays from here on out. And it’s weird. So here I lie on my memory foam bed, staring at my ceiling and finding outlines of things in the texture.
I need a hobby.
Well, there’s one hobby I wouldn’t mind exploring, but sex with my employee slash neighbor isn’t exactly easy when she’s a single mom caring for her kid and working overtime. Knox decided to go for a ride on his motorcycle.
Pulling out my phone, I shoot off a text.
Me: You suck.
Me: Why didn’t you ask if I wanted to go for a ride?
Knox: …
Me: Don’t text and drive.
Knox: I’m not. I’m at the gas station.
Me: Grab me a candy bar.
Knox: No.
