Unlove Me by T. S. Joyce

Author:T. S. Joyce [Joyce, T. S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Wicked Willow Press
Published: 2020-02-04T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Happiness manifested in different ways for different people.

For Ava, when she was happy, she danced. And she sang. And she got lost in music. For so long, music had only been a background noise for her during work while she built graphic design files. It was the static in the background as she let her creative side take over, but here, in Lodge 10, for the first time in years, she played music just to play it.

She was dancing between getting ready, shaking her hips as she straightened her short hair, and when it came time for makeup, it was hard to stay still long enough to apply it while her phone ran through a random playlist of music she’d related to back in college.

She almost missed the ding of a text message. Almost. Shoving the mascara wand back in its container, she looked at the glowing screen. It was a message from an unknown number.

I broke more rules and pulled your number off the check-in information.

She grinned and typed back to Brock. That’s it, I’m calling the cops ;)

Haha, if you get me arrested, who will be your UnValentine’s Day undate tomorrow?

Ava padded into the other room and sank onto the bed to respond. I have a back-up undate. A plan B, if you will. Send.

What’s his name? I’m definitely going to fight him for you.

Cornelius the Dandelion. Send.

Okay, how can I compete with him? He’s a better listener than I could ever be. Admission, I am texting you to give you a heads up. I tried to bring you breakfast, but Gran robbed me.

You got robbed by your grandmother?? Send.

Yeah, she’s savage. Yanked the box of cinnamon rolls right out of my hand. Said she wants to talk to you. Stiffen that upper lip, girl, you got Gran on a mission, knocking at your door in three…two…

Knock, knock, knock!

Crap.

With a sigh, Ava stood and made her way to the door. This went against the plan, which was to avoid his grandmother at all costs.

Plastering a smile on her face, Ava pulled open the door. “Hello, Ethyl.”

The older woman had her hair pulled up into a silver and white-streaked updo today, and behind her glasses, her intelligent blue eyes studied Ava, one gray brow arched up delicately. She handed Ava a box that smelled like cinnamon and frosting and a coffee that was still steaming. It was warm under her hand when she accepted it.

“I made these for breakfast, and I stopped my grandson from bringing these out to you, because…well…I owe you an apology. And apologies usually work better if you come with a present in hand.”

“An apology for what?” Ava asked.

“For judging you. For making you pay for others’ mistakes. Brock has pointed out I’m stubborn and unforgiving many times over the years, but I suppose I never really felt that until yesterday. That boy lit me up after you walked out of dinner, and he woke me up early this morning to take me on a drive and talk to me about you and shifters.

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