Already I was worried enough for the both of us. Still, I tried to look on the bright side. Maybe if he got out, Becka and I would finally move on with our lives.
Whatever my mom did, well, that was up to her, wasn't it?
We spent the rest of lunch talking about more generic things, like Becka's class schedule and the possibility that I might take a few classes myself when my stint with Flynn was over.
This might've sounded wonderful, if only I wasn't dreading that eventuality more than I cared to admit. During our time together, I'd come to actually like him, maybe evenmorethan like him.
Or maybe I only liked the person he was pretending to be.
In a million years, I'd never figure it out. And the sad reality was, I didn'thavea million years. By now, I had only a couple of months before our arrangement ended.
By the time Becka and I finished dinner, I was more confused than when I'd begun. But I did feel better, right up until the moment I was ambushed yet again.
