listening to a lecture for two hours. Conner took the reigns and walked us through the recipe handed to us.
“Why are you taking this class if you already know how to cook?” I asked.
“I needed an easy A,” he responded, smiling.
Mary pulled on her ponytail and smiled up at him. “Well, I’m sure I can speak for both of us when I say, we’re glad you joined our group.”
“Yes, absolutely,” I agreed. I didn’t know what to think of his constant smiling and was sure he was just friendly, but something told me not to smile back too often.
The teacher came by to taste test our spaghetti, releasing us after handing over a checklist of our completed requirements for the night. Mary told Conner that we would finish cleaning up since he did most of the cooking. He left after giving me one last smile.
“Oh my gosh, he’s so hot,” Mary whispered in my ear the moment Conner left the room.
“I didn’t notice,” I lied.
“Yeah, right. Next you’re going to tell me that you didn’t notice him smiling at you throughout class. I can’t wait to see what happens during the next one.”
I punched her lightly on the arm. “You know I have a boyfriend. Why don’t you go after Mr. Hot-totty?”
“Maybe I will, if I can get his eyes off you,” she said, sticking her tongue out at me.
Mary gave me a ride home. I was excited for the next class. She was fun and easy to get along with, and it felt good to get out and do something new. I called Dillon before going to bed, ending my day with a smile.
Chap ter 6
Alissa
I wasn’t taking school too seriously, and felt as though I was getting a little obsessed with the training, or Scott, or both. He wanted me by his side during the training, asking me my opinions. We hadn’t spent any alone time together, so I still hadn’t gotten the chance to ask him why he was still having me observe more than physically train.
I sat at the kitchen table looking at the community college fall schedule, trying to figure out what classes I should take, when Dillon walked around the corner, whistling.
“I'm shocked you're not out.” He smacked the back of my head with his palm when he passed me.
“Jerk! Have you figured out what you're going to do now that you're back?”
“It's good to see you too, and no.” He stuffed a blueberry muffin into his mouth but continued to talk. “Katherine and I are not together all the time. You know she would really love to hang out with you sometime.”
I interrupted because it felt like he was accusing me of something. “You know she could call me, too. Don't blame me.”
“I wasn't. Chill out. I think I'm going to take a few classes and get a job for a year so I can have some time to figure shit out.” He grabbed the milk out of the fridge and started drinking it from the jug.
“That is so gross! Grow up!” The doorbell rang. “Go make yourself useful and answer the door.”
“Yes, princess.” He walked by me, making sure to hit me over the head as he passed. I looked back down at the schedule, deciding to ignore him for now.
“Hey, Alissa, Matt's mom is here to see you.” He shrugged his shoulders, not sure why she would show up at our house.
I rolled my eyes. Probably another lame attempt to get me back. When I walked past Dillon, I told him, “Go get Mom.” I hated the thought of being mean to his mom because I’d never met her, but this was just getting ridiculous.
The woman standing by the front door was not what I had envisioned at all. She was short and very plump. Her clothes and hair looked like she had just stepped out of a time machine sent from the 1950s.
She looked at me with very sad eyes. I would probably be sad, too, if both the men in my house were alcoholics.
“You must be Alissa?” Her voice was very quiet.
“Yes, I am. Please don't take this the wrong way, but I really hope Matt didn't send you over here to persuade me to get back together with him. He needs to get help for his drinking and
“Why are you taking this class if you already know how to cook?” I asked.
“I needed an easy A,” he responded, smiling.
Mary pulled on her ponytail and smiled up at him. “Well, I’m sure I can speak for both of us when I say, we’re glad you joined our group.”
“Yes, absolutely,” I agreed. I didn’t know what to think of his constant smiling and was sure he was just friendly, but something told me not to smile back too often.
The teacher came by to taste test our spaghetti, releasing us after handing over a checklist of our completed requirements for the night. Mary told Conner that we would finish cleaning up since he did most of the cooking. He left after giving me one last smile.
“Oh my gosh, he’s so hot,” Mary whispered in my ear the moment Conner left the room.
“I didn’t notice,” I lied.
“Yeah, right. Next you’re going to tell me that you didn’t notice him smiling at you throughout class. I can’t wait to see what happens during the next one.”
I punched her lightly on the arm. “You know I have a boyfriend. Why don’t you go after Mr. Hot-totty?”
“Maybe I will, if I can get his eyes off you,” she said, sticking her tongue out at me.
Mary gave me a ride home. I was excited for the next class. She was fun and easy to get along with, and it felt good to get out and do something new. I called Dillon before going to bed, ending my day with a smile.
Chap ter 6
Alissa
I wasn’t taking school too seriously, and felt as though I was getting a little obsessed with the training, or Scott, or both. He wanted me by his side during the training, asking me my opinions. We hadn’t spent any alone time together, so I still hadn’t gotten the chance to ask him why he was still having me observe more than physically train.
I sat at the kitchen table looking at the community college fall schedule, trying to figure out what classes I should take, when Dillon walked around the corner, whistling.
“I'm shocked you're not out.” He smacked the back of my head with his palm when he passed me.
“Jerk! Have you figured out what you're going to do now that you're back?”
“It's good to see you too, and no.” He stuffed a blueberry muffin into his mouth but continued to talk. “Katherine and I are not together all the time. You know she would really love to hang out with you sometime.”
I interrupted because it felt like he was accusing me of something. “You know she could call me, too. Don't blame me.”
“I wasn't. Chill out. I think I'm going to take a few classes and get a job for a year so I can have some time to figure shit out.” He grabbed the milk out of the fridge and started drinking it from the jug.
“That is so gross! Grow up!” The doorbell rang. “Go make yourself useful and answer the door.”
“Yes, princess.” He walked by me, making sure to hit me over the head as he passed. I looked back down at the schedule, deciding to ignore him for now.
“Hey, Alissa, Matt's mom is here to see you.” He shrugged his shoulders, not sure why she would show up at our house.
I rolled my eyes. Probably another lame attempt to get me back. When I walked past Dillon, I told him, “Go get Mom.” I hated the thought of being mean to his mom because I’d never met her, but this was just getting ridiculous.
The woman standing by the front door was not what I had envisioned at all. She was short and very plump. Her clothes and hair looked like she had just stepped out of a time machine sent from the 1950s.
She looked at me with very sad eyes. I would probably be sad, too, if both the men in my house were alcoholics.
“You must be Alissa?” Her voice was very quiet.
“Yes, I am. Please don't take this the wrong way, but I really hope Matt didn't send you over here to persuade me to get back together with him. He needs to get help for his drinking and
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