Write Me Home by Crystal Walton

Author:Crystal Walton [Walton, Crystal]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 0986288268
Amazon: B01AR1SM7O
Goodreads: 28592223
Publisher: Impact Editions, LLC
Published: 2016-02-24T00:00:00+00:00

chapter fourteen

Alone

Half-awake, Ethan trudged downstairs toward the smell of coffee. A staccato tapping noise coming from behind the office door stopped him short as he rounded the banister. What was she doing in there, banging on a typewriter?

He tucked his sketchbook under his arm and rubbed his temples. It wasn’t her fault he woke up this morning with a headache. He was the one who’d stayed up half the night working. Good thing he knew the cure. The vision of sitting on the deck with his coffee and sketchpad drove his feet toward the kitchen.

Ti handed him a mug as soon as he passed through the doorway. “Returning the favor.”

“Thanks.” He breathed in the steam, took a sip, and nodded. “Not bad.”

Ti laced her hands around her own mug and curled up on a chair at the breakfast table. The bruise on her cheek made his stomach churn again, but she simply smiled as though nothing had happened.

Cassidy’s comment from last night hit him square in the chest. “When you can’t escape reality, you learn to make your own.” Ti had pretty much said it herself the other day. Everyone dealt with pain differently. But that didn’t make it easy to watch.

“Jax, get off the keyboard already,” Cass yelled from the office.

The cat bounded down the hall and skidded into the kitchen, claws scratching across the tiles. With huge green eyes, he wandered up to Ethan and meowed.

“Sorry, dude. I know better than to be a conspirator.”

“Come here, Jax. I’ll love on you.” Ti scooted her chair back and swept him into her lap. He circled around twice before nestling up to her stomach.

The typewriter noise echoed down the hall.

“What’s she doing in there?”

Ti munched on her cereal. “Crunching numbers. She’s been plunking away on that adding machine for the last hour.”

An adding machine? That couldn’t be good. Maybe some breakfast would help. He left his sketchbook on the table and got to work at the stove.

Cass shuffled in right as he flipped the second omelet. Beside him, she opened two cabinets and pulled out a bowl and a box of Cheerios.

He stretched a hand over the bowl while nodding at the pan of eggs. “Hold that thought.”

“Okaaay.” She flashed him a curious expression, returned the cereal, and plopped onto the chair across from Ti. The second she sat down, Jax abandoned one lap for the other. He obviously hadn’t been that put out earlier. The cat was loyal to her. Ethan would give him that.

He slid the omelet off the pan onto Cass’s plate and motioned to Ti. “Want one?”

“I’m good.” She carried her cereal bowl to the sink. “I’m gonna get a head start on staining the deck.” The side door closed behind her and whisked in a cool morning breeze.

Maybe work would keep her mind off things. It usually did for him.

Ethan joined Cass at the table and set a cup of coffee in front of her. She bit into her omelet, lashes fluttering. He tried not to laugh.

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