That sends alarm bells off in my head. “Youlikehim?”
Benji blushes and avoids my gaze. “Is that a crime?”
“Benji, he’s Nolan fucking Hastings. Most famous rockstar on the planet. He’shiringyou.”
Benji scowls as he jumps out of the car. “I can take care of myself, Jackson. And I can take care of Nolan too. You’ll see.”
My eyes track Benji fleeing into the airport until I pull away from the curb, losing him in the crowd of departures bustling through the sliding doors. Deciding to stay was an easy decision. A change of pace is exactly what I need. Something new, something different.
Colby has a friend in town with a few rentals, so it’s easy for me to hand over a stack of cash to get a decent apartment in downtown Clay Springs. Pre-furnished, there’s nothing to do but to settle in for a stay without a return ticket. The townhouse is brick with star jasmine crawling up the front, tucked between two other townhomes that are owned by rarely home businessmen, per my new landlord. Three bedrooms, two bathrooms, with a giant shower made for two in the large owner’s suite. The kitchen on the main floor is a chef’s kitchen, thankfully, considering I love to cook.
I lean against the kitchen island, surveying my new home. It’s late at night now, otherwise I’d call my mom to update her. I’ll have to do my best to remember in the morning.
Settling in for the night in my new large suite, I feel beyond lonely in the California king bed. I spread my legs and arms out as far as I can, almost able to reach the edges. My phone vibrates with a message where it lies on my stomach. I assume it’s Claire responding to my text about a small hiatus and I’m proven right when I see her name flash across the screen.
Claire
Oh my God, I’m losing all my boys.
Not losing forever
Please. You’re going to fall in love too and quit
:(
Enlist Davis
Pass
Maybe I need to find a new job
I would be a good realtor
Only if it’s million-dollar listings
True
I’m just joking, you know… I’m glad you’re taking some time off.
I need it
How’s Trevor?
Come visit him yourself and see
Work was a good excuse, but not so much anymore… I’ll think about it
Night, boss lady.
Fuck off
3
HARPER
Everything is perfect. The medicine isn’t making me sick anymore. October has rolled in, signaling the start of one of my favorite seasons. Work is going great. I haven’t had a seizure in a month. Naturally, that means everything is going to go to complete and utter shit as soon as possible. The law of the universe. If everything is going well for Harper, crank up the dial and let the shit fall.
The evidence of the promptlife going to shitis standing only a few feet in front of me. Sometimes on lunch during the week I like to head downtown with Honey, walk the streets, get a sweet treat, then return back home. I always look forward to our little midday walks. It breaks up the monotony of my life.
