Forgetting Yesterday by Meg Jolie Read Free Book Online Page B

Luckily, the roof itself is done.”
    “Great. She’ll be happy to hear that. I’ll tell her you’ll be back tomorrow, t hough,” I agreed. I didn’t want to think about why I wasn’t all that excited by the news that the roof was done. I knew I should be. Only minutes before I was telling myself I couldn’t wait to have the house to myself.
    I noticed his eyes dart curiously toward the kitchen. “Baking again?” he asked with a small smirk.
    “I just made calzones. Do you want to stay for lunch?” The offer came before I really thought it through.
    He made a sound of indecision and then he laughed, his brown eyes crinkling at the corners and sparkling as he did so. “I shouldn’t. I didn’t knock on the door so you’d feed me again.”
    “It’s fine. I made plenty and I really don’t mind,” I said as I motioned for him to come in. “It’s lunch time and you’ve been here for hours. You must be hungry.”
    “ I’m always hungry. So, yeah, if you insist,” he joked. “It sure beats eating another cold ham sandwich. Besides, with this rain, it looks like I’ll be taking the afternoon off.”
    “Is that goin g to put you behind schedule?” I asked as he followed me into the kitchen. I opened the oven door to check on lunch. They needed a few more minutes.
    “Nah,” he said. “Since we had a cancellation and we got this roof done, we’re actually a little bit ahead of schedule. Not that it’ll stay that way, it never does. But for now, we’re good.”
    He dropped himself onto a bar stool as I pulled out what I needed to serve the meal. I was suddenly wondering what I’d been thinking asking him in. Was it out of line? He didn’t seem to mind. He could’ve said no, made some kind of excuse or simply politely declined. But he hadn’t and I was glad.
    Honestl y, I’m dying for some company , I justified. I wasn’t used to being cooped up for days on end. Not that my life prior had been full of excitement but between classes, Jason, and working, at least I’d been busy.
    “S mells good,” he said, pulling me back from my mental debate.
    “Thanks, they’ll be just a few more minutes. Is root beer okay? That or milk,” I said as I poked my head into the fridge.
    “A root beer sounds good,” he decided. “I don’t remember the last time I had one.”
    I took out a can for each of us and then I leaned against the counter, close to the oven so I could check them in a few more minutes.
    “Are you getting all settled in?” Alex wondered.
    “Yeah,” I said, nodding. “It really didn’t take too long.”
    “So how do you know Claire?” he asked as he leaned forward on his elbows.
    I explained to him that I’d known Claire most of my life. That she had been my closest friend for as long as I could remember. But that we’d gone our separate ways for college.
    “Where did you go to school?” he asked.
    “Haden University,” I replied.
    “ Haden, huh?” he asked nodding as he took it in. Haden was located in Bedford, which was roughly three times the size of Grafton. “So what do you think of Grafton? Too small for you? Or are you enjoying it so far?”
    “I haven’t seen much of it yet,” I admitted. I did not admit that all I’d seen so far was the main road, coming in during the middle of the night. Nor did I explain that I had yet to leave Claire’s house at all. “But Claire seems to love it here.”
    “It’s a nice little town. I prefer it to the city life, myself,” he said.
    “I can’t wait to see more of it,” I honestly told him as I turned to take the calzones out. Actually, I realized that maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea to go out and just drive around, become familiar with the place. Do a little exploring on my own. I didn’t actually have to go inside anywhere.
    “I take it you haven’t been up to the falls yet, then?” he asked as I readied our plates.
    I shook my head as I slid a plate of food across the countertop to him. I took my own plate