Page 89 of The Recovery Coach
“You remember those?”
“You showed me like a month ago.I do have some semblance of a long-term memory, yes.”
Lacking better words, she said, “Okay,” and marched back to her bedroom.
That was the worst, never doing that again
Valentine
WHAT DID HE SAY
Jake
He chose the black one.I knew he was boring
He chose neither
Valentine
HES SO JEALOUS ITS WORKING
He wasn’t jealous.He just knew of the secret, better third option.But Jayden had been right.This amount of manipulation had her out of sorts.Flirting, teasing, hinting with body language and cheeky little flashes of skin here and there was one thing.Pulling him into some weird, fake sex life was a whole other thing.
I can’t keep doing this.It feels horrible
Jake
Then stop.You’ve got the poor guy wrapped around your pretty little fingers.This is probably overkill.
Valentine
He misses you.Just hang out.Maybe do something you did as kids?He gets sappy when he’s nostalgic.
Olivia smiled, the perfect idea forming in her head.
Chapter 31
Hazy
Hazyneverguessedhe’dbehappyabout Lover going on a road trip without him, but he was ecstatic to have Livy all to himself.
She’d been job hunting for a few weeks, and she had her first interview that day.He hated that she stressed about job hunting, house hunting, and money.Especially the money part.He had enough for both of them.He could set her up for life.If she let him.She was still the same stubborn brat she’d been at five years old.
And he never wanted her to move out of his house, so the house hunting rubbed salt in the wound.Losing her was inevitable.He would soak in as much of her as he could get while she still gave him the time of day.
Hazy finished his last set of squats and re-racked the weights.His trainer congratulated him on his progress.If he hurried home, he could shower and make dinner before she got home.Then they’d have the whole evening to hang out.
He rushed through his shower and was plating pasta right as she walked through the door.She hung her purse on the hook by the door and took off her shoes.Hazy slid a plate of veggie pasta across the counter to her.
She plopped a plastic beauty supply store bag onto the counter and took a seat at her favorite bar stool.
“Ooh, what’s that?”he asked.
Livy twirled noodles around her fork as she said, “Hair dye.”
Hazy took the stool next to her and dug into his own food.“Exciting.Guess I know our plans for the evening.”He said it calmly, but hadn’t been so excited about anything in months.
Heloveddyeing Livy’s hair.They’d gotten into so much trouble the first time.Her dad called her horrible names.Hazy offered to re-dye it, but Livy was stubborn, and the hair was a battle she chose.She won.
