Semua Bab Boys of RDA: Bab 181 - Bab 190

A light misty rain creates a sheen on the windshield. The cab driver turns on the wipers. I scan my phone one more time. The name of the restaurant where Grant is having a business dinner is the last text I received."Stop here," I say when the restaurant La Blanca comes into view on the right side of the road.The cabbie pulls over and checks his meter tapping on the side rather than giving me a price."Can you wait? This won't take long.""Sure, babe, but the meter is running."Of course. Story of my life. The meter is always running.CLARE: I'm here.I send the quick text and stay in the cab until Grant pokes his way out the front door."I'll be right back," I say from the cab and make my way across the sidewalk to him.Taking a play from my own book, I remind myself to stay calm. I need to get the full story from Grant before I jump to any conclusions. The plan was great in the cab, but now with Grant in front of me my emotions war with themselves. I can't believe

"Clare, you have a visitor," Drew yells from downstairs.I sigh and snuggle back under the covers. Over the last two days I've found myself in bed any moment I wasn't at the center trying to calm the fears of everyone there. My idea of hiding under the covers seemed the reasonable choice for dealing with my own insecurities and sadness. Saturday morning is my time to lie in bed and wallow. Everyone should get a good wallow period after a breakup, right? I haven't had a chance to really wallow.Footsteps pound on the stairs, the walls shaking. I hold my breath and wait to find out if it's one RDA girl who showed up or if they came with the whole crew. I didn't make the breakup public knowledge, but I'm sure it's made the rounds by now. They have alarm devices implanted on them that light up whenever anyone's in trouble. Although, if I'm honest, having girlfriends right now isn't so bad. There's a chance they brought ice cream. Please let them have ice cream.And liquor.Drew's h

I check over the contents of my chest one last time and then close the lid. One plus to lying in bed all day, it's allowed me plenty of time to stockpile crops in Dragons Reborn. You can't play the full game in the mobile version, but I've been able to harvest crops and make enough cloth to keep me stocked for a while. I tried to con Drew into bringing me his laptop so I could play in bed, but he told me to get my ass downstairs. That option wasn't appealing, so I suffered through.After an hour and dropping my phone on my face twice, I almost gave in yesterday and plugged in the laptop Grant gave me. Every time he's around he pisses me off so I forget to give it back. The only thing stopping me was the fact it's still downstairs in our kitchen and I didn't have the energy to deal with the first floor. Plus, I can't get attached to the design and super-fast speed because I'm definitely giving it back to him. I need to find a box and then it's gone.If I didn't care so much for my p

Aspen clears her throat next to me. "I booked you a body treatment.""You did? Which one?" I looked over the website Aspen sent earlier this week and there wasn't a single option I'd consider affordable. Of course, under normal circumstances I couldn't afford to sit next to the spa. "I can't afford anything right now." I hate making myself sound poor, but it's better than having a huge bill later. If I can't pony up the extra on next month's rent, Drew will have a coronary."Nonsense," Aspen says. "It's on Finn and me."I don't know what to say. Another cost may be no big deal to Aspen, but it's an expensive gift. And Aspen will never understand how much it means to me. I open my mouth to give her a sincere thank you when Marissa beats me to it."Have you noticed how you and Finn now talk like one another? If you get married, you think you'll morph into one single person."Aspen doesn't comment, choosing instead to stare at her best friend with "a what the hell" expression th

The early evening sun is out in force today, but it's still nowhere near as warm as the shade in Arizona. The air around me may be bright, happy, and warm, but inside there's a storm brewing. Monday morning at the center is always a bit crazy, especially in the summer.There's normally a mound of paperwork for me to look over. Today is no different. Incident reports from the weekend, new volunteer applications, and every person who walks by my door has to stop at it and tell me what they did over the weekend. I cater to them because listening to what they consider a boring weekend gives me insights into what's going on at home and where they might need more help. It's also better than reading the plea agreements when one of them gets in trouble.I love working at the center, but I'm normally ready to come home and sit in silence at the end of the day. That's not so much the case today when I know what awaits me at home.Grant Moore III.I haven't accepted the fact he now lives