Ready or Not by Elizabeth Hayley

Author:Elizabeth Hayley [Hayley, Elizabeth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781642632705
Publisher: Waterhouse Press

Chapter Fourteen

T A Y L O R

It felt weird to have Ransom on his way over because even though we hung out as a group and worked together, we hadn’t really spent any time with just each other. It made me wonder if this was a good idea, especially considering the fact that I’d been trying to shake Brad for months and had obviously failed. Getting involved with someone else would only complicate things.

But then there was the small problem of how much I liked Ransom. I couldn’t shake that either. I’d tried. And it wasn’t just that his body looked like it’d been sculpted by Michelangelo—chiseled and large and hard—God, I need to stop thinking about how gorgeous he is.

Except he was so much more than his looks. He’d been through hell but still held a sense of optimism that was inspiring.

I looked forward to going to Safe Haven for more than just the chance to make a difference in the kids’ lives. It was a chance to see Ransom, a chance to talk to Ransom. And he’d opened up to me about his past, which had been more than unexpected—not only what he’d been through but also that he’d been comfortable enough to share it with me.

And now he was on his way over to see me in my cat jammies and watch episodes of a show he had no idea if he’d like. What did I get myself into? At least I had a few minutes before he arrived since he’d said he was going to head home to change into comfortable clothes too before he came over.

I was just stepping out of the shower when I heard my phone ring. Expecting it to be Ransom, I ran over to the mattress that was my bed, where I’d tossed my phone before heading into the bathroom.

“Hey,” I said, pressing the phone between my shoulder and ear.

“Hey, TayTay.” The high-pitched voice was definitely not Ransom. I was so thrown off, it took me a second to realize it was my mom. Like when you picked a glass up off the counter expecting it to be full, but it wasn’t so your arm flew up into the air. If Ransom was chocolate milk, my mom was sour lemonade—an acquired taste that, well, I hadn’t quite acquired yet.

“Oh, hey, Mom,” I said, trying my best to sound more excited than I felt. I loved my mom and I knew she loved me, so I felt bad that I had no real desire to speak to her most of the time.

“Are you having trouble with your phone?”

“No.”

She was probably asking because I never answered and often silenced her calls, causing it to go to voicemail after only a ring or two.

“Huh.” She didn’t sound convinced. “Because I can get you a new one or pay for unlimited data if that’s the problem. I completely sympathize with your situation, having to pay for your own food and housing. At your age, that must be practically unbearable.

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