Finally My Happy Ending (Meant for Me Book 3) by Brooke St. James
Authors: Brooke St. James
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name and held his arms triumphantly in the air as if seeing me was the best part of his day. He didn't reserve this type of greeting for just me, but it made me feel special nonetheless.
"Thomasss!" I yelled back. I smiled at him from across the room before shifting my attention to the group gathered on the couch. There were other students and families milling about in the living room, but I focused my attention on the Millers and Claire Bennett.
"Sarah and Mary Katherine were telling me they ran into you at Common Grounds yesterday," Claire said.
Was that yesterday? It seemed like that was forever ago, but it was probably just because I had been torturing myself with regret all last night and today.
I smiled even though I felt a bit like I was in some alternate reality. "Yes!" I said. "I'm so glad you guys made it!"
"Mookie's been asking about you all day today," Sarah said. She turned to face Claire. "Trish had her sold on this place."
Mary Katherine was sitting next to her mother on the couch. She had her hands in her lap and was wearing a big smile, but seemed a little nervous. I leaned over to hug her before sitting down right beside them. I was just as drawn to her today as I had been in the coffee shop. Her smile was contagious, and she was adorable—fashionably dressed with her dark, shoulder length hair pinned up on the sides.
"Do you like books?" I asked.
She nodded.
"I thought I'd read to you guys today," I said. "Have you ever read Charlotte's Web?"
"About the pig?" she asked.
I nodded.
"I saw the movie."
"Did you like it?" I asked.
She nodded.
"I think you'll love the book, then. The book's always better."
"Excuse me, Trisha!" Thomas yelled from across two rooms. He learned soon after we met that Trish was short for Trisha, and he occasionally used it, which always struck me as funny. I looked up to find that he was staring at me with wide eyes from the kitchen. He didn't say anything when I looked at him, but his expression was serious enough that I got to my feet instantly.
"I'll be right back," I said, starting toward Thomas. "We're gonna have class in the living room today, guys," I announced to everyone who was hanging around, "so you can find a spot on one of the couches or put a pillow on the floor and we'll get started in a few minutes."
Everyone began making their way to the living room as I walked toward Thomas. "You okay?" I asked with a concerned expression as I approached him. I couldn’t read his face, but he was definitely serious about something.
"You did not happen to tell me you were bringing a friend to class tonight," he whispered with wide eyes as he shielded his face so no one in the living room could see us.
"I'm so sorry," I whispered. "It was my first time to invite someone, and I didn't know how to do it. Do they need a formal invitation or some paperwork or something?" His expression shifted to one of slight confusion, so I continued, "I honestly didn't even think she'd come… and certainly not this soon."
He scratched his head and glanced into the living room, still looking serious and distraught. He looked back at me and leaned in to whisper. "I would have at least combed my hair and wore nice jeans if you told me you were bringing your friend."
At that moment, the realization hit me that Thomas might be smitten by Mary Katherine Miller. The thought had crossed my mind at the coffee shop. She was a beautiful girl, and somewhere in the back of my mind I considered it when I first saw her. Today, however, I had my own stuff going on, and it hadn't even occurred to me.
"I think you look handsome," I whispered, looking him over.
He shook his head disparagingly, obviously not happy with his own wardrobe selection.
"Come on," I said, with a flick of my head. "Let's run to the restroom before we get started. I have a comb in my purse."
He smiled and nodded as he followed me down the hall. I closed the restroom door once we were inside. I told him to sit on the
"Thomasss!" I yelled back. I smiled at him from across the room before shifting my attention to the group gathered on the couch. There were other students and families milling about in the living room, but I focused my attention on the Millers and Claire Bennett.
"Sarah and Mary Katherine were telling me they ran into you at Common Grounds yesterday," Claire said.
Was that yesterday? It seemed like that was forever ago, but it was probably just because I had been torturing myself with regret all last night and today.
I smiled even though I felt a bit like I was in some alternate reality. "Yes!" I said. "I'm so glad you guys made it!"
"Mookie's been asking about you all day today," Sarah said. She turned to face Claire. "Trish had her sold on this place."
Mary Katherine was sitting next to her mother on the couch. She had her hands in her lap and was wearing a big smile, but seemed a little nervous. I leaned over to hug her before sitting down right beside them. I was just as drawn to her today as I had been in the coffee shop. Her smile was contagious, and she was adorable—fashionably dressed with her dark, shoulder length hair pinned up on the sides.
"Do you like books?" I asked.
She nodded.
"I thought I'd read to you guys today," I said. "Have you ever read Charlotte's Web?"
"About the pig?" she asked.
I nodded.
"I saw the movie."
"Did you like it?" I asked.
She nodded.
"I think you'll love the book, then. The book's always better."
"Excuse me, Trisha!" Thomas yelled from across two rooms. He learned soon after we met that Trish was short for Trisha, and he occasionally used it, which always struck me as funny. I looked up to find that he was staring at me with wide eyes from the kitchen. He didn't say anything when I looked at him, but his expression was serious enough that I got to my feet instantly.
"I'll be right back," I said, starting toward Thomas. "We're gonna have class in the living room today, guys," I announced to everyone who was hanging around, "so you can find a spot on one of the couches or put a pillow on the floor and we'll get started in a few minutes."
Everyone began making their way to the living room as I walked toward Thomas. "You okay?" I asked with a concerned expression as I approached him. I couldn’t read his face, but he was definitely serious about something.
"You did not happen to tell me you were bringing a friend to class tonight," he whispered with wide eyes as he shielded his face so no one in the living room could see us.
"I'm so sorry," I whispered. "It was my first time to invite someone, and I didn't know how to do it. Do they need a formal invitation or some paperwork or something?" His expression shifted to one of slight confusion, so I continued, "I honestly didn't even think she'd come… and certainly not this soon."
He scratched his head and glanced into the living room, still looking serious and distraught. He looked back at me and leaned in to whisper. "I would have at least combed my hair and wore nice jeans if you told me you were bringing your friend."
At that moment, the realization hit me that Thomas might be smitten by Mary Katherine Miller. The thought had crossed my mind at the coffee shop. She was a beautiful girl, and somewhere in the back of my mind I considered it when I first saw her. Today, however, I had my own stuff going on, and it hadn't even occurred to me.
"I think you look handsome," I whispered, looking him over.
He shook his head disparagingly, obviously not happy with his own wardrobe selection.
"Come on," I said, with a flick of my head. "Let's run to the restroom before we get started. I have a comb in my purse."
He smiled and nodded as he followed me down the hall. I closed the restroom door once we were inside. I told him to sit on the
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