Jacob Michaels Is Tired (A Point Worth LGBTQ Paranormal Romance Book 1) by Connor Chase

Author:Connor, Chase [Connor, Chase]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub, mobi
Published: 2018-10-01T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6

When I got back to Oma’s house, I was burdened with an abundance of bags from the mall. While I didn’t spend even a tenth of what I would have in a designer’s shop in L.A., New York, or some other large city, I had still done quite respectably. I had ten bags—and they were all filled to the limit. Just getting in the front door had been a chore, trying to hold all of the bags while turning the knob. Somehow, I managed the task without dropping anything, hurting myself, or banging the door into the wall and leaving a hole.

Inside, in the living room, things looked even more orderly and spotless—sparkling even—than when I had left. It became clear what Oma had had planned while I had been out. I frowned to myself, wishing she had told me that she was planning to clean while I was out. I would have stayed to help and then gone to get her auger for her. But, when I remembered coffee with Lucas, I was glad that I had gone into Point Worth for her when I had.

Oma was in the kitchen, which I knew immediately, because she was talking to herself again like a crazy person. I rolled my eyes with a smile and closed the door gently behind myself before heading towards the kitchen. I was going to show her that I had gone and got “normal people” clothes. Then I would go get her auger out of the back of the car. If she found a reason to be mad with me after all of that, I was just going to give up. Something told me that she would be pleased, though.

“Just don’t go in his room while he’s here. Okay?” I heard Oma saying as I approached the kitchen doorway.

I stopped, holding all of the bags.

“Leave his things alone, especially his laundry.” She demanded gently. “Just do it for your own sake, okay?”

I made a coughing noise and stomped towards the kitchen, signaling my presence. Immediately, I heard a flurry of motion and movement and the slamming of cabinets. I entered the kitchen, looking expectant, my arms overladen with my purchases. Oma was standing at the kitchen sink, her back to me, washing dishes.

“Who’s here?” I asked, looking around.

“What?” Oma asked in a sing-song voice.

I frowned at her back and looked around. There was nobody in sight. Was the old lady going fruitcake crazy or what?

“I guess…nothing.” I shrugged, deciding to let it go. “I bought some clothes.”

“Oh, good.” She said in the same chipper voice over her shoulder. “You needed something not quite so…”

“Fancy.” I rolled my eyes as I placed my bags on the table. “I know.”

“You go to the Men’s Wholesale down there on Main?”

“No.” I shook my head as I sat down at the table. “I had coffee with Lucas to apologize for being rude and he suggested I go over to the Franklin Park Mall in Toledo.”

“No wonder you were gone so long.

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