“I guess this is working for somebody,” I conceded grudgingly.
And I did have a lot of pent up…energy. It was apparent every time I was around my neighbors. Maybe this would be good for me. Allow me to relieve some tension and maintain my friendships without making it weird.
I didn’t get a chance to download the app or read any of those reviews because I got a text.
Dad:
True, this is your father, Kristopher
Soformal.As if I didn’t have his number saved.I grinned when more grey bubbles appeared.
Dad:
What’s this your mother tells me about you going on dates in Bliss Peak? I thought you were there to write a book
Me:
I can multitask, dad
Dad:
Hmm. Tell your grandparents where you are at all times. And if they try something, you know your grandmother loves getting target practice for her rifle
Good lord, the last person I wanted to think about firing a rifle was Ruby Jean St. John.
And how the hell had my mom told my dad about my potential dates so fast? I hadn’t even downloaded the app yet.
They were probably in the same room.
Shaking my head, I hugged my pillow tighter and waited for more messages to appear.
The next one that came through was from the family group chat.
Daddy:
True, when are you coming home?
Me:
When I finish my book
Daddy:
why is it taking so long?
Me:
It’s only been a month. You can just say you miss me
Mama:
He cried the first two nights you were gone
What?
Guilt made my stomach turn.
Daddy:
