weaknesses, and you’re one of them. She’ll tell you. She used to tell you everything that she couldn’t tell me.”
“It’s been two years. Things have changed.”
She stood, handing me her empty glass. “That may be true for some people, but I can’t believe you guys have been apart so long that you can’t get her to tell you what’s going on. Just try?”
I nodded, giving her a wink. “Thanks Ellie, I will.”
She let out a breath and smiled. “I feel better now that my duty as a friend is done. I think I’ll go find Josh.”
I watched her leave, thinking about everything she’d said. Kate coming back so suddenly was really odd. But for her to be scared and hiding from something? It just didn’t fit.
I’d eventually find out, and then Ellie would be able to relax a little more.
It was probably nothing. Kate was wary, but after how things ended between us, she was probably just feeling funny or nervous seeing me again. I was sure things would smooth out and she’d be more like her old self.
If that didn’t happen though, I was going to find out what the hell was going on with Kate Kelly.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Kate
Dustin was going to come back over.
What had I been thinking when I actually agreed to that?
Nothing, obviously.
I couldn’t go out with him. People would recognize me. Ellie would have understood my need to disguise myself if we went into town…Dustin, not so much. And it wasn’t like I was going to tell him anything.
I had a serious problem, and the only thing I could seem to do was stand over my suitcase the next night, hating every outfit I had with me. I must have tried on seven shirts before finally deciding on one I liked. It was pink with ruffles on the sleeves, and I paired it with dark jeans. My hair went up in a pony. Then back down. Then I clipped half up. Then I put it back in a pony.
I finally got sick of changing so much that I pulled everything out of my hair and let it hang loose. But I did put on a little makeup and some lip gloss.
Hell, what was I trying to do?
He was coming over to catch up, and I was getting ready like it was a date or something.
I wiped the lip gloss on the back of my hand and stomped into the kitchen feeling like an idiot. I wasn’t sure what time he would show up. So what was I going to do until he did?
I stood there, staring at the stove, thinking I’d make pancakes. It was a calming activity. One I’d perfected to an art form. If I hadn’t become a singer, I probably would have tried to go into the business of making pancakes. Though I’m not sure that would have been the best career move.
With all my ingredients lined up, I hummed one of my songs while mixing the batter together, and poured the first batch in the pan.
Perfect.
Little bubbles started to form on the tops, and a luscious cakey smell wafted through the kitchen. Smelled just like home. This was mom’s pancake recipe, and it felt right to be making them again in her kitchen. It was a little sad, but I found myself smiling when I thought of how she’d smile as I made them all by myself.
Once the first batch was done, and I had the second on, I found myself staring at the cookie jar.
Of all the stupid places to hide a cellphone, that one was the worst.
I flipped the pancakes, trying to ignore the cookie jar.
Didn’t work.
Next time, I’d put my phone in the freezer.
I marched over, pulled off the lid, and grabbed my phone. It chimed as I booted it up. I had two texts from my sister, wanting to know how I was. That was it.
As I was plating the last batch of pancakes the doorbell rang.
“Wow, something smells amazing,” Dustin said when I let him in.
“Thanks,” I smiled, motioning him toward the kitchen. Blueberry, chocolate chip, banana, and cinnamon raisin pancakes were mounded on two plates on the island counter. “I think I have a problem.”
He nodded with appreciation. “Yeah, but I am just the guy to help you dispose of the
“It’s been two years. Things have changed.”
She stood, handing me her empty glass. “That may be true for some people, but I can’t believe you guys have been apart so long that you can’t get her to tell you what’s going on. Just try?”
I nodded, giving her a wink. “Thanks Ellie, I will.”
She let out a breath and smiled. “I feel better now that my duty as a friend is done. I think I’ll go find Josh.”
I watched her leave, thinking about everything she’d said. Kate coming back so suddenly was really odd. But for her to be scared and hiding from something? It just didn’t fit.
I’d eventually find out, and then Ellie would be able to relax a little more.
It was probably nothing. Kate was wary, but after how things ended between us, she was probably just feeling funny or nervous seeing me again. I was sure things would smooth out and she’d be more like her old self.
If that didn’t happen though, I was going to find out what the hell was going on with Kate Kelly.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Kate
Dustin was going to come back over.
What had I been thinking when I actually agreed to that?
Nothing, obviously.
I couldn’t go out with him. People would recognize me. Ellie would have understood my need to disguise myself if we went into town…Dustin, not so much. And it wasn’t like I was going to tell him anything.
I had a serious problem, and the only thing I could seem to do was stand over my suitcase the next night, hating every outfit I had with me. I must have tried on seven shirts before finally deciding on one I liked. It was pink with ruffles on the sleeves, and I paired it with dark jeans. My hair went up in a pony. Then back down. Then I clipped half up. Then I put it back in a pony.
I finally got sick of changing so much that I pulled everything out of my hair and let it hang loose. But I did put on a little makeup and some lip gloss.
Hell, what was I trying to do?
He was coming over to catch up, and I was getting ready like it was a date or something.
I wiped the lip gloss on the back of my hand and stomped into the kitchen feeling like an idiot. I wasn’t sure what time he would show up. So what was I going to do until he did?
I stood there, staring at the stove, thinking I’d make pancakes. It was a calming activity. One I’d perfected to an art form. If I hadn’t become a singer, I probably would have tried to go into the business of making pancakes. Though I’m not sure that would have been the best career move.
With all my ingredients lined up, I hummed one of my songs while mixing the batter together, and poured the first batch in the pan.
Perfect.
Little bubbles started to form on the tops, and a luscious cakey smell wafted through the kitchen. Smelled just like home. This was mom’s pancake recipe, and it felt right to be making them again in her kitchen. It was a little sad, but I found myself smiling when I thought of how she’d smile as I made them all by myself.
Once the first batch was done, and I had the second on, I found myself staring at the cookie jar.
Of all the stupid places to hide a cellphone, that one was the worst.
I flipped the pancakes, trying to ignore the cookie jar.
Didn’t work.
Next time, I’d put my phone in the freezer.
I marched over, pulled off the lid, and grabbed my phone. It chimed as I booted it up. I had two texts from my sister, wanting to know how I was. That was it.
As I was plating the last batch of pancakes the doorbell rang.
“Wow, something smells amazing,” Dustin said when I let him in.
“Thanks,” I smiled, motioning him toward the kitchen. Blueberry, chocolate chip, banana, and cinnamon raisin pancakes were mounded on two plates on the island counter. “I think I have a problem.”
He nodded with appreciation. “Yeah, but I am just the guy to help you dispose of the
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