His Reverie by Monica Murphy Read Free Book Online

ever do to her? I always follow the rules. I’m a good girl. I’m downright boring, just like they want me to be.
    But it’s not enough. It’s never enough.
    I want to be enough for someone. For Nick. Nicholas Fairfield. I want to be more than enough because I think he could be enough for me.
    I know he could.
    So there it is. On June 30 th , somewhere around 10 a.m. on the most perfect summer morning ever, Nick Fairfield touched me. Smiled at me. Called me Daydream.
    I want to remember this moment forever.

Faith: confidence and trust in a person or thing.

    July 3 rd

    I’ m tired and the blowout for the Fourth hasn’t even happened yet. Well, the big one. Tonight is a small party for just the family and a few close friends, which in the Hales’ interpretation, that means about fifty people. It’s Mrs. Hale’s birthday. She’s turning forty so it’s kind of a big deal. I think she wants it to be a big deal but then again…
    She doesn’t like it. It upsets her. Makes her feel old.
    I only know this because Michael told me. He’s confessed a lot more to me lately. Crazy stuff that I find hard to believe sometimes but he says it so earnestly I kinda have to believe him. I mean…why would he make up shit like that?
    And I like that he tells me so much even though I like to give him grief for the way he always talks. I feel like I actually have a friend again.
    It’s nice.
    He’s regaling me with his latest story at this very second as we’re moving the outdoor furniture around yet again. I swear Mrs. Hale makes us do it just to watch us lift stuff. I think she gets off on being difficult, but she’s not around right now. She’s still getting ready for her party.
    I haven’t seen Reverie at all today. I remember how a few days ago she’d walked by the pool, almost tripped and fell in but I saved her. I remember the sensation of her soft skin under my palm nearly doing me in.
    I had to act like it didn’t matter. That she doesn’t matter. But she does. I don’t even know her so it’s crazy that I react to her this way.
    That was the same day Krista and I did it. Haven’t seen her since either. I kicked her out the minute we finished, which made her mad. I really didn’t care. I was already mad at myself for letting it happen again.
    I didn’t see Reverie at all today and I missed her. Missed seeing her smiling face, hearing her voice, catching a glimpse of that sweet as hell body. Though I shouldn’t miss her because she’s not for me. I need to remember my place. And it’s not with Reverie.
    Not even close.
    “So yeah,” Michael says, warming up with his new story. “It’s Labor Day and that’s when the Hales have their big end of summer party and we’re invited as guests instead of employees, you know? The sun is out, not a cloud in the sky and I’m swimming. We’re all having fun. There’s a barbecue going and the food smells amazing. I’m sneaking in some booze in a flask someone else brought to the party so I’m feeling good. I’m buzzin’.”
    “Yeah?” I urge when he stops. He likes it when I encourage him to keep talking. Plus, I can tell this story is gonna be a good one. His talking helps make the time go by fast.
    “Uh huh. So I climb out of the pool and I’m dripping water everywhere. I grab my towel off a lounge chair that’s in the farthest corner, right next to the pool room, you know where I’m talking about? Anyway, I’m over there, drying myself off when I feel someone touch my lower back, then fingers curl around the waistband of my trunks and those fingers are practically touching my ass.” His voice lowers and I lean into him, waiting for the big reveal. “I thought it was Brenda, this hot chick who worked here last summer, but it wasn’t. Dude, I was shocked as hell when I turned around ” Michael pauses again, his eyes going wide. He loves the dramatic effect. He’s damn good at it too. “It was Valerie.”
    I frown. “Who?”
    Michael thumps me on