A Fresh Start by Trisha Grace Read Free Book Online

work.”
    “I don’t want to burn your weekend. Just write down whatever you need me to buy, I’ll get it.”
    “You won’t know which brand is better and all.”
    “But I’ve to go shopping for clothes, and I’ll prefer to do it all in one trip.” She arched a brow and smiled mischievously. “You want to join me for that?”
    “I don’t look forward to that, but I do need you to pick out the tiles, floorings, and all. So yeah, let’s get it all done in one trip.”
    “You sure?”
    He’d only gone shopping with a woman once. It was a torturous affair that he had no wish to repeat, but he could always wait for her at a coffee shop or something.
    Still, he had to ask, “Will you take the whole day?”
    “No. I’m pretty fast with shopping, too.”
    Justin smirked. “That would be another first.”
    One of her shoulders inched up. “You’ll see.”
    They headed over to the Seymours and Justin waited for her to wash up and change. He thought that Mrs. Seymour would insist they stay for lunch, but when she heard they were going out for lunch together, she nodded without saying anything else.
    “Do you want to change your floorings? Some of the corners have chipped.” he commented as he sat on the couch.
    “No,” Mr. Seymour said. “We told you, we don’t need anything. Besides, you’ve been sending us those checks every month. You don’t owe us anything, Justin.”
    He owed them everything.
    They didn’t just give him food when he had nothing to eat. Though he wasn’t their son, the Seymours had always treated him like one.  
    His textbooks, shoes, clothes, stationery, and even the bicycle he had was given to him by the Seymours. They kept their eyes on him; they made sure he behaved in school and didn’t lack anything.
    “I know, but I’m sure you can get some upgrade of certain things. Like that antique you have there.” He pointed to the old, bulky TV. “I can get you those plasma type, it’ll free up some space.”
    “Whatever for? It’s working fine.”
    “You don’t have to wait for it to stop working before getting a new one. That TV belongs to the museum. If the money isn’t enough, you can tell me.”
    “It’s more than enough. We put most of it into the bank.”
    “I sent those for you to spend.”
    Mr. Seymour shrugged. “We don’t need anything.”
    Justin suppressed the urge to roll his eyes.  
    The Seymours weren’t rich. They didn’t have any children of their own, but they had to scrimp and save to buy him many of the things he had.
    Now, he could afford to give them a better life.
    He had tried giving them more money. But instead of keeping it or spending it, they would call him up, give him a good scolding, and tell him that they had torn and thrown the check away.
    He didn’t understand why they didn’t allow him to treat them better.
    “I’m ready.” Paige hopped down the stairs, her hair still slightly damp.
    She wore a turquoise off-shoulder dress that seemed like a slightly oversized and way too long T-shirt. The dress ended just above her knees with a brown belt hanging across her hip. The soft material of the casual dress swayed with each step.
    “Run along now. And don’t buy us anything.” Mrs. Seymour opened the door and waved them out.
    He shook his head when Paige looked over at him. “Let’s go.”

Chapter Four

    “Are you sure I’m not getting in the way of your plans or something?” Paige asked as she pulled her seat belt over her.
    “I didn’t have plans,” Justin replied. “So, why don’t you like to talk about your past?” he asked, turning out of the street and heading toward the highway.
    Paige peered over at him. “Why are you so interested in my past?”
    He had no idea. “You’re staying at the Seymours, I want to make sure you’re not a fugitive or something.”
    She laughed softly. “I’m not.”
    “Why should I trust you?”
    “Because…” Her tongue made a quick flick across her upper lip before pursing her