From May to December 5 by Lauren Trevino & Carol Wyatt & Emma Collins

Author:Lauren Trevino & Carol Wyatt & Emma Collins [Trevino, Lauren & Wyatt, Carol & Collins, Emma]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, multiple books, Series
Published: 2020-03-27T00:00:00+00:00

Ally Coleman tossed her backpack into one of the free lockers and combed her blond hair back into a pony tail, securing it with the black band on her wrist. She hated being late.

"Hey," Jess said from the doorway.

"Sorry I'm late. Work was crazy again." She blew a few loose strands of hair away from her eyes.

"They really need to hire more hair dressers or stop booking you for appointments every thirty minutes. It's nuts."

"I know," Ally said, taking a quick drink from her water bottle and shoving it back in her bag. "I'm ready to go though. I'm sure it's busy tonight."

"As always. Oh, we've got a fresh one."

"That's good."

"Well," Jess said with a sigh. "She's one of those... You know how much I hate labeling people, but this woman… She didn't have her ID with her when she was signing in, and I can tell you exactly why."

"Ugh. Don't tell me. She left her purse in the car, because she thought it would get stolen if she brought it in with her."

"You know it." Jess rolled her eyes. "She's dressed for the boardroom too. Her heels probably cost more than my car. I don't know what her story is. Either, she's venturing into this side of town for a gawk, or she's doing community service. I honestly don't get any sort of genuine vibe off her, but we need all the help we can get. Hopefully she's not difficult to work with."

"It could open her eyes. Being here. Seeing what the people who come here are really like."

"I hope so."

"Alright," Ally said, giving her friend and house mate a reassuring smile. "I better get out there."

Ally left the lounge and breezed into the kitchen, grabbing an apron from the closet beside the door and tying it on. Her eyes instantly fell on the newcomer that Jess had mentioned. Her espresso brown hair fell a few inches below her shoulders in layers. The apron she was wearing stopped mid thigh, right where her black pencil skirt finished. Ally's eyes moved lower, over her toned calves and to the black heels that had to be three or four inches high, something Ally could never manage to walk in. Not that she'd ever put herself through that kind of torture.

Ally took her place beside the new volunteer, saying a quick hello to the other familiar faces she worked with on a daily basis. "Hi. I'm Ally."

The woman added a scoop of potatoes to the paper plate she was holding and passed it along to Ally so she could add the vegetables. "Sydney."

Ally handed the full plate of food to the next person waiting in line who smiled, and Ally met the familiar blue eyes of a woman who looked like she was in her early twenties. She came in at least three times a week, in the same well worn jean jacket that wasn't going to be warm enough for the winter, and Ally couldn't help wondering where she was sleeping on the other nights.

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