Touching Oblivion (Tasting Madness Book 2) by Albany Walker

Author:Albany Walker [Walker, Albany]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Albany Publishing
Published: 2022-11-16T16:00:00+00:00

Bates

The house I’m working at is only a few blocks away from Waylynn’s, but it’s a shithole. The house has been divided into several small studio apartments that share two bathrooms and look like they haven’t been cleaned in years.

The company I work for has been hired to replace several of the outlets with plugs that have USB ports. The leasing company will probably up the rent by a hundred bucks a month and call it an improvement. It’s shit work. I hate being in the rooms if the resident isn’t there, and I hate it even more if they are.

I’m working with Michael. He’s twice my age and only wants to work half the hours we should, so I end up picking up his slack. I would rather do his job than listen to him bitch about his back and everything else. If he weren’t with me, I would have gone to Waylynn’s at lunch, but instead, we end up at a shitty drive-thru that I regret before my burger is even fully eaten.

We’re back at the shop by four. The only perk of working with him is getting off earlier than usual. As soon as I’m in my van, I send Memphis a text.

Me: You good if I stop by?

I kick on the air as I wait for his reply, which takes a few minutes.

Memphis: I’m stuck at school for a while longer.

Memphis: Waylynn is at home.

Me: I’ll stop by and see if her power is back on.

I’m surprised he’s offering an invitation without him being there. I doubt it was easy for him. He probably just wants to make sure she’s okay since he can’t be there. It’s also a good excuse for me to see her, so I’ll take it. I just don’t know if it will be weird for her if I stop by since she doesn’t know me very well.

Me: Should I text her to let her know?

Memphis responds by sharing contact info with me. I have to type in her name when I save her number since he doesn’t have it listed, or maybe he’s just not sharing what he has her listed under with me.

Memphis: Don’t try to steal our girl for yourself.

Me: Not that I would, fucker, but she wouldn’t go for it anyway.

Memphis: I know.

I snort. That’s more like my cocky best friend.

Me: Hey, it’s Bates. Memphis gave me your number. Mind if I stop by?

Waylynn: Sure. I’m here.

Me: See you in a few minutes. Do you need anything?

Waylynn: No thank you.

I check around the side of her house before I even knock. The tree limb is still on the line, meaning she still doesn’t have power.

When I rap on the door, she answers it quickly and steps back for me to enter the kitchen. The cast on her foot is dangling behind her with her knee bent. She’s wearing tight shorts that go to mid-thigh and a gray shirt that is probably supposed to be loose, but it’s pulled tight across her chest because of the way it’s tucked under her arms by the crutches.

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