Unseen (Unspoken Book 4) by A Lexy Beck

Author:A Lexy Beck [Beck, A Lexy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-11-13T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

I managed to stifle my jealousy long enough to pack up some files and head home. I really wanted to stop for a drink but I wouldn’t be much fun for Aimee tonight, and I swore I would never drink alone at a bar. Instead I settled for a couple of bottles of wine from the local gourmet market and a chicken parmesan meal from their amazing kitchen. I was glad I didn’t have days like this too often.

My apartment was jammed floor to ceiling with boxes, some packed with things I haven’t used in a long time and others just partially full. I hated packing and always put it off as long as possible. Moving day wasn’t too far off, and I decided tonight I’d try to get some done with a little liquid muscle.

I tossed the chicken parmesan in the oven, poured a glass of wine and turned on the satellite radio. After slipping into some nice warm sweats and my comfy slippers I was ready for my evening of packing, but only after a quick check-in with Aimee. I felt terrible about how our date had ended last night, but I didn’t have any spare emotional energy to give her.

“Hey, girl, how are you doing today? You didn’t give in and talk to him, did you?” I was hoping Aimee had stayed strong, especially after the game Carter had played with her.

“Nope. He texted me. I didn’t respond though.”

“Good for you. Stay strong.” I heard the faint laughter of a group in the background. “Are you out partying without me?”

“Hardly. I’m just about to go in to a work dinner. There’s a couple of cute guys, but none as cute as the attorney I met at your office the other day.” Aimee giggled and waited for my response.

“Brice? Really? I mean, he’s good looking but…”

“Let me guess, Jen. Not your type? I remember the old Jen, used to read every guy she’d see…and besides, you have a guy.”

“You’re right, Aimee. He’s all yours.” I laughed. After another five minutes with him she’d see what he was like.

“Listen, I need to run. Talk to you tomorrow, ok?”

“Sure, sounds good.” I hung up the phone and looked around at the mess. “Good for you, Aimee, getting out there and enjoying yourself while I’m here in this hell of a project.”

I grabbed my dinner from the oven and headed into the living room, wine glass and plate in hand. I spent the next hour bouncing between putting things in boxes, taking swigs of wine and bites of chicken. It felt like a bit of an assembly line. It didn’t take long for me to grow tired of the task, but I kept pushing forward until I reached my photo albums. Not many people kept actual albums anymore, everything was stored on phones or computers. I was a bit old fashioned that way, especially when it came to family pictures, when I actually used a camera. I was glad that I hadn’t lost all of my photos when my laptop was stolen earlier in the year.

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