She was tempted to pull out her phone and check her balance.
No. There’s plenty of money there.
She was sure of it. But what was up with her credit card?
Maybe she'd actually have to talk to her dad, since her credit card was still attached to his account, at his insistence.
When she called him last week from the hospital, he'd acted concerned, but once he knew she was out of danger, he’d insisted she stop this foolishness and come home.
She'd ended up hanging up on him. And she'd ignored the half dozen texts he'd sent her this week. They were all various iterations of the same thing:remember your responsibilitiesandthink of the good of the company. The only one she'd responded to was his:I look forward to seeing you back at work on Monday.
She'd let him know she had zero intentions of returning to work at DuPont Analytics. Ever.
The waitress returned with a smile on her face. "That one went through."
Oh, thank goodness.
Eden breathed a sigh of relief and let herself sag back against her chair. Tension continued to build between her shoulder blades, however, as they crossed the street to return to the apartment above the garage. She needed to figure out what was up with her credit card. It had worked fine when she paid for her manicure yesterday atIn Style.
She'd been surprised to find such a quaint little salon in this town and couldn't resist getting a manicure. Susie, the nail tech, and her beautician mother, Naomi, were friendly women, and she'd had a blast visiting with them.
When they entered the apartment, Scott disappeared into the bedroom, but Kennedy plopped down on the couch beside Eden.
"So, are things really that bad?" Kennedy asked, looking her square in the eye.
"No, they're fine. I don't know what's up with my card, but I have plenty of money."
Kennedy's eyebrows rose. "Define plenty."
Eden squirmed, pulling the throw pillow beside her into her arms. She hugged it against her chest like a shield. "Well, I haven't exactly been careful with my money lately, but I know I still have plenty in savings." That last part sounded every bit as defensive as she felt.
"I thought you made good money working for your dad?"
"I do. I mean, I did. But since you moved out last year..."
"Go on."
Eden played with the fringed edge of the pillow. "I haven't cooked much."
"Yeah, because you're a lousy cook."
Her friend was right, but Eden swung the throw pillow at her face anyway.
Kennedy snatched it from her hand. "You ate out every night?"
Eden shrugged. "Sometimes, I just got takeout."
Turned out eating out alone wasn't that enjoyable. Sure, Eden had other friends besides Kennedy, but they were often busy with their own lives. Kennedy wasn't the only one to get married in the past couple years. Two of them even had babies. It seemed everyone had a life lately, except her.
"So, you spent a considerable amount on food each month, but what about the rest of your money?"
With no pillow to fiddle with anymore, she stroked her thumb over her glossy fingernails, admiring the curvy emerald design across the pearly surface.
"I've been on a few...shopping trips over the last several months," she admitted in a quiet voice.
She'd been on more than a few, but she didn't want to admit that she'd gone through a serious depression after Kennedy got engaged back in January. It meant her best friend was never coming back to Spokane, and Eden had struggled with that.
It might not have been so bad if she'd had a man in her own life to distract her, but thanks to all the social functions she'd attended with her dad lately, Tristan and his buddies were the only single men around. And she'd rather become a nun than to get into a relationship with one of them. All the social events had really helped boost her Instagram followers though. She’d surpassed ten thousand followers a few months ago.
