Open House by TC Matson

Author:TC Matson [Matson, TC]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-02-06T18:30:00+00:00

Saturday came and went peacefully and very, very quietly. It felt weird not to make breakfast for Lucas and have our morning chitchats. But it was also freeing. I felt free not having anyone but me to worry about. There wasn’t anything to do. No responsibilities. I didn’t want to wear a bra, so I didn’t as I cleaned the house unsure what the rest of the week held.

But today, I have to get up and be an adult. Unfortunately, I have to do this thing called work.

I’m working the men’s department, a section I actually enjoy as much as the children’s section. No offense to the women, but snobby never looked good on anyone. Men are composed, reserved, and let’s face it, they dislike shopping so much that it’s over and done with quickly.

I’m folding pants and putting them on the new display when I feel his presence. Even though he has visited my dreams and holds my daydreams hostage, I haven’t seen him since Lucas’ last game. I close my eyes and take a second to soak in the magnitude of the sweet intensity, scared to death to turn around.

“When did you start here?” he questions, and I finally turn around to acknowledge him.

In jeans and a loose fitted t-shirt, Trenton is stunning as usual. His hazel eyes gleam more of the green today, and his smile is leery but welcoming.

“I’ve been here for a month or so.” I smile to him.

He grunts. “Proves how little shopping I’ve done.”

I reach for another pair of pants and fold them, placing them neatly on the top of the stack, looking at anything but him.

He doesn’t move.

Inwardly, I sigh and glance up to him. “Is there something I can help you with?”

The right side of his lips pull up. “How have you been?”

“Good,” I say with pep, leaving out just how crappy I’ve been in private.

“Lucas says you two moved.”

Crap…I tighten my lips. “We did.” I pretend to give a damn about the time and look at my watch. “If there isn’t anything I can help you with, I need to get going. There’s a truck coming in,” I lie.

And he knows it. Instead of calling me out with words, his raised brow and sly smirk do the job. “It’s good to see you.”

“You too.” I rush off.

One thing I’ve learned being apart from Brian is that I miss Trenton’s friendship incredibly. I had become emotionally involved with him and gained a friendship I wish we still had. But he crossed a line and now that I know where he wants to be, there isn’t a way to be friends. You can’t possibly be friends with someone you lust for. It’s impossible to keep it strictly platonic.

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