Welcome to Castle Cove_A Design Your Destiny Novel by Kory M. Shrum

Author:Kory M. Shrum [Shrum, Kory M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Timberlane Press
Published: 2018-05-07T18:30:00+00:00

Choice 30

Go into the labyrinth

Have another drink

It would be nice to go out.

“I suppose it’s unhealthy to drink alone,” I say, swirling the Moscato, watching the wine slide up the crystalline sides. “But as long as this bar doesn’t open at ten. I still want to be in bed at a decent hour.”

“Baltimore! Yes,” she exclaims. “I’ll be there to pick you up at eight. Enjoy that pizza, get out of your pajamas, and don’t pass out before I get there.”

I laugh and end the call.

When the pizza arrives, I eat two slices straight from the box without getting a plate. I can practically hear my mother scolding me, heathen.

I also remember my ex in his baby blue workout shirt, all those muscles, his hair mussed and that damn kale in his basket.

Time for more wine.

I tell myself it’s because drinks are too expensive at the bar. Better to get drunk beforehand.

After two glasses, I feel surprisingly relaxed and actually a little excited about going out. Castle Cove is still a mystery, and as with all new and shiny places, it has that sense of possibility about it.

I could even meet someone tonight and get started on that rebound sex therapy I hear is so healthy for the soul.

Or you could drink too much and puke into your hair in a filthy bar bathroom, my sensible side advises.

Damn you, sensible side.

I do manage to get dressed and pull a comb through my hair before Katie arrives. When she knocks, I check my pockets one more time. Keys. Cash. Phone. Good to go.

She raps on the door to a tune suspiciously like “Jingle Bells” even though Christmas is three months behind us.

I open the door to her grinning face.

“Baltimore!” she exclaims. She tugs on the bottom of her leather jacket as if she can’t contain herself. Her big brown eyes are bright and mischievous. Her blond hair is combed over in a dramatic part that hides part of her face coquettishly. Her lips are painted bright red, teeth perfectly white and straight. Someone had braces as a child.

I shush her. “You’ll wake the dead. Come on.”

When we step outside my apartment building nestled at the edge of Old Town, we are confronted by cobblestone streets and brick buildings jammed up against one another. I like the Old World feel of this district, and its quaint charm. Supposedly it’s the oldest part of town, closest to the castle ruins on the southern cliffs for which the town is named.

And it’s a lovely neighborhood. The old theatre, a corner market and the Castle Cove Public Library are all in this part of town. Sure the pipes rattle a little more and the buildings aren’t quite as well insulated—but I love it. It reminds me of the summer I spent in Florence and the apartment I shared there with three other art students from my university.

Katie adjusts her leather jacket. “My car is over here.”

The taillights of her black Ford Fiesta flash. She has the door unlocked before I even reach it.

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