Dom Diaries: Tangled up in you by James Michael

Author:James, Michael [James, Michael]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Michael James
Published: 2019-05-19T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

When Keets and I learned that Olivia actually had nothing planned for the day. We all hung out at the house and enjoyed the beach. Justin invited the strawberry blonde he met last night over. I believe her name is Kim. She'll be joining us for dinner on the back deck. Bill and Keets are talking about building a fire pit down by the water for a relaxing evening by a fire. Olivia and Sandy have gone to the store for steaks and side dishes. I'm just sitting here chilling. I thought about calling Eliza and I've also been thinking about the box. A part of me wants to dig right in and read about the proof my father says he has, but a bigger part of me wants to forget all about the box and invite Eliza over. I accused her of doing something she didn't do and I want to apologize face to face.

“Are you going to sit there and mope or are you going to use the number I saw Eliza stick in the box?”

“I've been contemplating which one of those I want to do.”

“You idiot. Call the girl.”

“Are you sure that's wise? After all, she isn't a blonde and not the type I go after.”

Bill laughs. “And look how well that worked out for my wife.”

“See, Abbott, he has a good point.”

“I'm getting a beer. Do you boys want one?”

“Did I hear someone say beer?”

I look behind me and Justin has a six pack in his hand. I twist the cap off when he gives me one, letting the flavor of barley and hops fill my senses. Keets comes over and sits next to me.

“Last night in paradise, you should really call the girl. I know how weird you were about being the fifth wheel and all. As it stands you will be the seventh wheel tonight.”

“Keets, shut the fuck up.” I stand to go and get Eliza’s number. “Hey, thanks for this morning.”

“Anytime. When we get home tomorrow evening, I'm helping you tackle that box.”

“For the record, Eliza is my type.” I walk away and laugh to myself. Keets is a smart fucker, using my own words against me. I'll remember this and flip it on him one of these days.

I get into my bedroom, the box is on top of the dresser. I sit on the edge of the bed that remains unmade from last night. I look at the box and then run my hands through my hair. I know once I take the lid off I'm going to want to go through whatever is inside. Eliza just had to put her number in there instead of in my pocket or better yet, my hand.

I get up. I tell myself to just get the slip of paper and that's it. I touch the lid and I hear a knock on the glass. I glance over and smile. Perfect timing.

I walk over and let Eliza in. “Hi.”

“Hi. I hope you don't mind I came over uninvited.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.