“I wish that I could.I need to get back to my place and finish up a piece.I’ll see you tomorrow, though, right?”
“Of course.”
We head downstairs, and I dig my keys out of my pocket.Cameron hugs me goodbye before she hops into her car and heads back to her apartment.I climb up into my SUV and pull up directions to the U-Haul lot.I groan when I realize that they closed ten minutes ago and turn my car off.
“Guess I’ll have to do that tomorrow,” I say to myself as I head back upstairs to my apartment.
I’m actually kind of glad to put it off.I’m exhausted from driving and hauling boxes around.
I get showered and changed, and as I climb into bed, I smile.
It’s good to be home.
FIVE
Foster
I hearRansom’s old truck pull up outside the bay that I’m working in, and I climb out from under the car that I’m trying to fix to greet him.
“Hey, how’s it going?”He asks me as he gets out of his truck and heads my way.
“Good.I figured out your bike.It needs a new cylinder block.I went ahead and ordered one.Should be in tomorrow or the day after.”
“Sounds good.”
I wipe my hands off on an old rag and squint at him as he shifts from one foot to the other.
“What?”I ask when he still doesn’t say anything.
“Nothing.”
“You’re being weird.”
He sighs, and I lean back against the bay door frame, trying to stretch out my back.I’ve been bent over one car after another all morning, trying to finish up with work so that I can go see Lilliana.I came in extra early this morning just so that I could leave and take her out to dinner tonight.
“How’s your girl?”Ransom asks, and I frown.
“She’s good.We got her stuff all moved in yesterday afternoon.”
“That’s good.”
“Uh huh,” I mumble, staring at him like he’s grown a second head.
“Did you tell her yet?”He asks, and I shake my head.
“No.We’re supposed to grab dinner tonight.”
“And you’re going to tell her then?”
“No, why does everyone seem to think that I should just blurt it out to her?”I ask, my voice coming out harder than I intended.“I mean, she just moved back to town.She just graduated, and she’s trying to get settled and get her designs out there.I don’t need to go dumping all of this on her right now.”
Ransom blinks, and I realize that my hands have tightened into fists at my sides.
“Obviously, this is a sore spot for you,” he says, and I grit my teeth and glare at him.
“Why do you care anyway?”I snap.
He hesitates, and some of my annoyance starts to fade.I can tell that he’s worried about something.
