Dying to Forget by Dawson Trish Marie

Author:Dawson, Trish Marie [Dawson, Trish Marie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Social Issues, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Paranormal & Urban, Suicide, Young Adult, Social & Family Issues, Contemporary, Romance, Literature & Fiction, Paranormal, Coming of Age, Fantasy, Metaphysical & Visionary, Teen & Young Adult
Amazon: B008S2RKAU
Goodreads: 15819010
Publisher: Trish Marie Dawson
Published: 2010-08-03T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

It takes just over a week for Sloan to get into the habit of running every morning without my nagging him first thing at dawn. It takes another week for him to consistently put his dirty clothes into the hamper and not use the floor. I’ve been on assignment with Sloan for almost three weeks and he feels lighter, not as weighed down by his sadness.

Today is his day off and instead of turning on the TV and parking himself on the couch with a giant box of delivery pizza across his lap, he’s cleaning the apartment. Amazingly, this is not my doing. He has a date. Well, sort of.

Laundry Mom turned cougar is coming over with her son Gabe for dinner. It wasn’t exactly what I was expecting when I spent three days urging him to invite a friend over to hang out. I don’t really like the flirty looks the single mom gives Sloan but she’s a person he’s willing to make his friend. And this is a good thing.

If I knew you’d actually clean your apartment for a guest, I would have had you throw a party weeks ago.

I help him pick out seasonings for the spaghetti sauce and remind him when it’s time to pull the garlic bread from the oven. Living with only my Dad for a few years definitely made me more of a foodie. I wish I had appreciated that back then. Enough…not about you, remember, Piper? I turn my thoughts away from home and back to dinner.

When a soft knock on the door is followed by a flurry of shorter knocks below the door knob, Sloan is sliding the rest of the chopped veggies off the cutting board and into the bowl of lettuce.

“Just a sec!” he hollers across the small apartment. It smells of lemon cleaner and Italian food. I wish I could taste it. I do miss good food.

He wipes his hands on a towel and throws it over his shoulder with a flick of his wrist. I catch his reflection on the glass front of the microwave as he walks by. His smile would send shivers down my spine, if it was connected to me still. The hand towel looks as if it’s always been at home, draped over the top of his upper body. He’s getting more confidant in the kitchen, and it suits him.

See that – you look like a bona fide chef now!

“Hi.” He smiles politely as he opens the door and invites the expectant duo in.

Gabe grabs at his legs momentarily for a quick hug before running around the small living area, finally settling on the couch with his Darth Vader and Bumblebee toys. I can see bulges on both sides of his jeans and assume he has also stashed some of the matchbox cars into his pockets. He really is a cute kid.

“I brought some dessert wine. I didn’t know if you like white or red.”

Cougar Mom hands him the bottle of chilled Moscato and he smiles at her while he carries it into the kitchen.

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