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made it to that point. Sheâd seen it time and time again. Had it proved to her
over and over, until she vowed that she wouldnât take the chance on love
and happiness and all that gooey, romantic crap that went along with it.
Neither of them said anything else until Kiera pulled up outside an older
apartment building. . The whole neighborhood was filled with smaller
sixties style houses with even smaller yards, and interspersed with rental
complexes.
Romi cleared her throat. âUh, thank for the ride. You seriously didnât
have to do that.â
âHere. Iâll give you money for a cab ride to get your car.â
âNo. No way.â Romi slipped easily out of the truck. She grabbed her
lunch bag and sneakers and flashed Kiera a smile that made all the furious
pounding that she was trying desperately to avoid start back up again. âI
had fun today. Minus the blisters. Iâll be better prepared next time. No tuna
sandwiches that have to be refrigerated and my own pair of boots. And
socks. But really. This was probably the most fun Iâve had at any job inâ¦
ever.â
âIâmâ¦Iâm glad,â Kiera stammered.
Romi closed the door, waved, and spun. She limped on gauze covered
feet, like it was the most natural thing in the world to arrive home with feet
looking like theyâd just been caught in a carburetor. She didnât turn around.
The backyard of the smaller pale blue house with the white trim had a white
fence surrounding it. Romi let herself in the side gate and disappeared.
Out of sight, but not out of mind.
No, Romi was never going to be out of mind, no matter how hard Kiera
tried.
Chapter 8
Kiera
; âWhatâs up? I can tell something is up. If something is up with you, my