Too much of his life was messed up and being yanked in so many directions that he wasn’t sure what was up, down, left, right, or even wrong.
But he knew writing and that was what got him through and it was what would again.
He found a seat in the shade, put his feet up and his laptop on his thighs, then got to typing his potential outline.
There was work being done on the deck next to him. Jared, that he’d met the other day. Guess Kane approved the boards to be replaced.
It made him laugh when he remembered that.
He wasn’t used to all the small town shit where people he didn’t know knew him. Knew his relationship to Gale, and what he was doing in town.
No amount of breadcrumbs that Ford had dropped had been picked up by the birds. Nothing made them believe there was still corruption in the Sheriff’s Department.
He supposed that was a good thing, at least for Ford, but it did little for Rene’s case.
His phone rang and he saw it was his mother, so he answered.
“Hi, Rory.”
“Hey, Mom.”
“I’m just checking in. It’s been a few days. I think your lease for the month is up soon. Did you decide what you’re going to do?”
“I’m going to stay a little longer, but I’m staying with Gale for now.”
“That’s good. When do I get to talk to her? You said I could but have been quiet since. Or am I pushing too much?”
“Sorry,” he said. “Just a lot going on in my mind and it was a busy weekend.”
“I know, and I’m trying not to bug you. That’s why I wanted to see what your plans were.”
“I’ll talk to Gale tonight and let you know what works for her. But if it makes you feel any better, this is my view while I work on my next book.”
He turned his phone around and showed her the lake, then the condos around.
“That’s beautiful,” his mother said. “You’re at Gale’s now?”
“Yeah. I cleaned the rental place out and moved in here over the weekend since it was easier. It was only a few days early. A much better location to write.”
“I did like the area... before.”
“I know. I didn’t, but it’s funny that I’m drawn to it now.”
“Life has a way of doing those things,” his mother said. “I won’t bug you any longer, but let me know when you talk to Gale.”
“I will. Love you.”
“Love you too, Rory.”
“Talking to Gale?”
He turned his head to see Rocco walking toward him from where he had been talking to Jared.
“No, my mother.”
“My mother always wants me to tell her I love her too at the end of every call. Gets a little annoying but makes her happy.”
He laughed. “I don’t say it often. Maybe I should say it more.”
