She cried harder. “Thank you. Thank you.”We discussed the details involving sending them money. I was emotionally drained by the time the phone call was finished. She told me she loved me toward the end, and I didn’t have the emotional capacity to say it back. Why say it, when I wasn’t even sure I felt it?---After finishing work, I went to see Sav. I was determined to talk to her and smooth things over.I wasn’t sure I could keep myself from taking things as far as Sav would let me, but I didn’t want it to happen when she was so vulnerable.I didn’t want it to be something she might regret when she felt stronger.I entered the bookstore and found Jackson right away. He was rearranging the displays at the front of the store. “You’re looking better.”He beamed. “Yep. Sav finally let me come back to work.”“She’s a tough one,” I joked. “Where is she by the way? I wanted to talk to her about the coffee bar.” I didn’t really, but I’d had the excuse ready.“She’s in the office,” he said.
CHRISMy phone buzzedon my work desk. I glanced down to see my mom was calling and quirked an eyebrow. She didn’t usually call me, especially during work hours when she knew I was probably at the office. The last time we spoke was months ago on Christmas while I spent it alone at home.A knock at my open door luckily saved me from the phone call. Unfortunately, it was Dylan. He’d been avoiding me since I snapped at him nearly a week ago. Why did everyone feel the need to confront me on a Friday afternoon?“Yes?” I asked.“Hi, Mr. Warner—”“It’s okay to call me Chris,” I said, leaning back in my chair.His cheeks reddened. “Okay, Chris. I wanted to ask if you were offering overtime again this weekend. The money has been helping a lot, and I don’t want to be excluded because of what happened last weekend. I promise I wasn’t flirting with Ms. Sparks. We were talking. That’s it. I have a girlfriend.”My eyes shifted closed for a moment. Great, I created this problem by not thinking before
Grampa continued walking and waved me off over his shoulder. “I’ll have plenty of time to be old and need your assistance, but not today.”I knew he didn’t want to cause me stress. But the way I coped often involved caretaking.I blew out a breath, slowly turning around to find Chris waiting for me. He was leaning against the front of his truck with his hands in his pockets. He shrugged and offered a small smile. “Need an escort?”I shrugged. “Sure, why not?”His eyes widened. “No arguments, really?”“Yep. Come on. Your invite window is closing.”I rode with him back to the Sparks to get my car, lost in thought about Grampa and whether this incident was just the first of more to come or just an unfortunate fluke. He was going to have to let me make sure he had the right pills in his day-of-the-week dispenser. Maybe I should find a reason to sneak and check every day to be sure he took them properly.“He’s going to be fine, you know,” Chris said. “Everything’s okay, Sav.”I’d been star
SAVThe bright whitewalls of the hospital creeped me out. The sight of them forced goosebumps to cover my skin as my mind was assaulted by memories of being in this same waiting room, waiting to hear news about my mom or gramma. I was in one of the rooms down the hall from where I sat, watching as Momma took her last breath after her battle with a brain tumor.A hand covered mine on the armrest, shocking me back to the present. I glanced over my shoulder at Sean who gave me a weak smile. “It’s okay, Sav. Grampa’s gonna be fine.”He couldn’t know that. None of us knew that yet. But I appreciated his comfort.I gripped his hand and sighed heavily, wishing they would hurry with the results already. Chris sat on Sean’s other side, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.After a few more moments of silence, the doctor left Grampa’s room and walked down the hallway toward us. I braced myself for the news. Whatever it might be.“Your grandfather is in stable condition,” he announced. “
What was wrong with me? I didn’t get jealous.Especially not insanely jealous over something trivial like laughing, but the back and forth between us made me crazy.“You flirt with every woman that walks by, and I can’t chat and have a little laugh with one of your coworkers? I wasn’t even flirting with him.”“He was clearly flirting with you.”“Oh no, sound the alarms! Someone flirted with Sav for five minutes, news at five.”Damn, what was I doing? I was pushing her away.It was becoming insanely obvious that I didn’t know how to do this. How to show her I cared without taking things to the extreme.I took a deep breath and lifted my hands. “Okay, I’m sorry.”Her eyebrow quirked. “Really?”“I’m sorry,” I repeated. “I was a dumbass. You don’t deserve that.”She blinked at me a few times, clearly in disbelief that I’d apologized. “I . . . okay.”I almost laughed at how shocked she was. I opened my mouth to say more and maybe try express my feelings better, but there was a thump on the
CHRIS“I’ll giveyou a call as things develop,” Melanie said as we stood outside Sparks Bookstore. We’d walked down to a nearby café for lunch, so we’d hammered out the final details of the project on the stroll back.“Thanks again for meeting with me,” I said, offering her my hand.She shook it. “No problem. We’ll be in touch soon.”I stood outside, watching to ensure she backed up safely before driving away. I glanced at the sky, admiring how nice a day it was.After the kiss I shared with Sav earlier, nothing could ruin this day. We were making progress I didn’t think was possible, but there were many issues we’d have to face if this went any further.The idea of Sean finding out worried me. We’d been good friends for most of my life, so how would he feel about me kissing his little sister? How would he feel if he knew the whole story and found out it wasn’t even the first time?But was the possibility of his disapproval worth giving up the possibility of something with Sav I’d only