Bishop by Sawyer Bennett

Author:Sawyer Bennett
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2018-08-13T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

Brooke

My house is quiet when I walk in, my ears open and receptive. “Nanette?”

No answer. I set the grocery bags I’d been carrying on the kitchen counter, then walk through the living room. “Nanette…are you here?”

“In your bedroom,” she calls out.

My little three-bedroom, two-bath Mediterranean-style bungalow with red tiled roof and stucco walls is actually one of the big things I cherish about moving here from New York. It’s only about sixteen hundred square feet, but that seems monstrous to me after living in half that size for years.

And yet it’s just still not quite big enough to give me space from Nanette. She’s been here three days and I can’t wait until Sunday when she flies back to New York. I feel terrible at the same time for thinking that, but these last few days have reminded me why we weren’t the best of friends.

In looking back on our relationship spending five years at the same job together, I realize I could handle Nanette in small doses. At work that may have been a few encounters throughout the day. Nanette mainly did assistance on photo shoots for the magazine and some days I wouldn’t see her at all because she’d be away on location. The times we went out for a meal or drinks were just as sparse, and usually with a group of people. During those periods, it’s almost as if she had a “good behavior” tank filled up that fortunately for me never got depleted in the short snatches of time we spent together. But I think the tank was empty by day two and the real Nanette was exposed: a lazy, freeloading visitor who was trying all of my patience.

Bishop came by the arena today to take me to lunch, and I basically complained the entire time. He loved teasing me about it too.

“She seems pretty nice to me,” he’d said with a sly smile.

“Despite the fact she has nowhere to be, she gets up before I do, and uses all the hot water in her shower,” I grumbled, and then added, “She does it on purpose.”

“Oh come on, Brooke,” he’d teased me. “Really?”

“She threw a tantrum that I only have 2 percent milk in the fridge versus fat free.”

Bishop chuckled and took my hand in his, giving me some comfort by stroking the back with his thumb, all while his eyes glittered with amusement.

“She talks about herself nonstop,” I complained to him. “I know way too much detail about her hair, skin, stomach intolerances, her alcoholic daddy, her overachiever sister who she can’t compare to, her last ex-boyfriend who she actually trolls on social media, an affair she had with one of the assistant editors at the magazine, and her sex life.” I added that last bit with a slight shudder. “Let’s just say I don’t know if I can look Dax in the face again, as she was way too explicit about what they’ve been doing together.”

Bishop at least had the grace to look a little sympathetic before stating, “Well, that ship has sailed.

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