Page 47 of All Too Well
It wasn’t until I played sports that I ever appreciated it. She’d always come with a bag, and it usually contained whatever we needed.
“I see you’ve perfected it—time-wise,” I clarify.
“I’d like to think so.”
“What book are you reading?” I ask.
She leans back, adjusting her blanket. “I just finished one last night. I’ve decided to start a new one later, but I’m not sure what my mood is.”
“A bad one,” I say under my breath.
Ainsley slaps my chest. “Ass.”
“I’ve been called worse. So what are the choices?”
She pulls out her reading device and opens it up. “First, I felt like maybe I needed some historical romance—that’s usually myjam. Then I thought some alien romance might be what I’m feeling, but then it recommendedthisbook.”
I take the device and eye her suspiciously. “A book about a girl loving her brother’s best friend.”
“Well, if you read the synopsis ... clearly, he’s in love with her and she’s totally not.”
I’m reading something clearly and it’s not the story. “I see, well, good luck to her.”
“Or to him,” she adds on. “Most of the time it’s the guy who is the idiot.”
“Yes, women are always the sane ones.”
“I would agree to that.”
“I was being sarcastic,” I inform her. “You, especially, are not of sound mind.”
“You think about me a lot, huh?”
I laugh. “No.”
I think about her all the damn time.
She stuffs the e-reader back in her bag. “Like I said, not sure what I’m in the mood for. I might go for the aliens. Maybe they have higher cognitive functions than the men on this planet.”
Pretty sure that’s a jab at me, but I let it go. “Happy reading.”
“What about you?”
“What about me?”
Ainsley shifts to face me a little more. “Please, you have always been a reader too, Lach. What’s on your TBR?”
Sometimes I forget just how much she and I shared over the years, the friendship that we formed on our own. Times when the forced trio became just her and I. We talked about things I never imagined I would with her.
Ainsley became my friend as well. I’ve missed her.
I’ve hated that I’ve missed her.
“I’m reading another thriller.”
“Anything good?”
I shrug. “They’re all starting to feel the same.”
