Kiss and Tell 3 by Faith Winslow Read Free Book Online

some of my tensions left with him. His coolness really had warmed me and melted away a lot of my concerns. If anything, once he was gone, I was rather impressed by what he’d just done. He’d managed to arrange a date with me, right in front of my parents without their knowing—and, on top of that, he’d managed to get his take-out a hell of a lot quicker than we got our food.

Chapter 11
     
    So where’s this interview?
    The question popped up on my cell phone about 20 minutes after my parents and I got home from Ramaka. Our bellies were full and we’d talked about Anthony’s visit to our table exhaustively, so, as soon, as we got home, we all went our separate ways.
    I was changing out of my clothes when Anthony’s message rolled in, and, as soon as I saw it, I felt a tingle in certain parts of my body.
    Dessert Oasis , I texted back.
    Sweet , Anthony replied instantly.
    I wracked my brain for something cute to say in response. But, luckily, I didn’t have to think much longer.
    Then, after your interview, you have another important meeting, right? Anthony replied. I’m sure both will go well. :)
    Humor is one of those things that’s hard to sense via text message, but I could tell that Anthony was trying to be funny. I hope so , I replied.
    Sorry about tonight , Anthony texted a moment later. I’d wanted to address the issue myself, but didn’t know if I should, or could, type about it on my tiny phone.
    I couldn’t stop thinking about you and had to see you again, just to look at you and see you better off than you were when I left you this afternoon.
    Something inside my chest fluttered. If I was a romantic, I’d say it was my heart. But, the practical side of me would have said it was the raw fish swimming in my tummy.
    I’m glad I could make plans to see you Wednesday , Anthony added with another text. Let’s lay low until then. But, when the time comes, so will you… I promise. :P
    Anthony was still trying to convey humor via text, and, this time, he added flirtation to it. I smirked at his message and felt a ball of warmth swell in my belly, then I texted him back.
    Until then , I typed. And, when the time comes, so will YOU, too.
    I waited a minute or two before setting down my cell phone, just in case Anthony texted something else. When I was satisfied that he wouldn’t, I put the thing down and laid back in my bed. The moment my head hit my pillow, I realized that I’d just lived an incredibly intense day, from start to finish. More things—good and bad—had happened to me in this one day than had happened to me in months, maybe even years, before, and something about that fact was invigorating. It made me feel alive and surrounded by, even if not full of, energy.
    I knew that I had a long road ahead of me as far as many things were concerned. I still had to deal with this situation with Anthony, both with Anthony himself and, possibly, with my parents, and I still had to deal with my situation with my parents. I was still living at home with them and was still unemployed, and they probably still thought I was dating.
    There was a lot of chaos I had to clean up in my life. But, if I was able to tolerate what I tolerated today, I was pretty sure I’d be able to deal with it. The thing about going through hell is that, once you’ve done it, you’ve got a good idea of the layout.
    With my Dessert Oasis interview and me “meeting” with Anthony only a couple days away, it looked like some of that chaos, quite possibly, could clear up. And, what didn’t clear up then, I’d clear up later. Everything would be okay… I knew it.
    Maybe the warm Saki at Ramaka came with a slow burn. I felt a little giddy as I laid there in my bed. I wasn’t drunk, but I felt intoxicated. My head was light, and my cares were gone, and I was foolishly proud, and foolishly optimistic, about every aspect of my life.
    My eyes started to feel heavy, and I knew that the drunkenness I felt was the drunkenness of