Page 29 of Unrivaled Love
You’re welcome.
CROSBY
NP
EMMETT
Still don’t think this is smart.
FELIX
Make smart choices and don’t hurt yourself or her please.
Chapter 8
Jo
Best Wishes, TTFN
ThebunkIchoselast night was comfortable enough but I had to stare into the eyes of Katniss as I fell asleep because she was glued to the underside of the bed above me.
Not taped or stapled at the corners. No, she was pasted on. And as I fought sleep last night I couldn’t help but debate Peeta vs. Gale and every argument landed on, she deserved someone who was both her childhood friend and devoted caretaker. If she could have created a Geeta she would have been set for life.
I stretch and brush my teeth with some fruity flavored shit my sister’s kids must have left here. My travel skincare set saved the day and I run through my routine this morning, finding it settles me.
Until I realize all I have to wear is my dirty practice kit.
And I will not be walking around in the beer belly apron again.
The chances of running into Bryson are higher at the vacation home our families share but what are the fucking chances?
Shouldn't he be across the country celebrating his championship?
Why the hell is he here?
It doesn't matter. I'll lure him into the car with beef jerky or something and drive him to the airport today and all my problems will be solved.
Well. Not all. But my one, Bryson Svoboda sized, problem will be all cleared up.
I make my way up the stairs and am met with a stripe of blue painters tape across my path. A note is stuck to it. I rip the tape down and try to decipher the chicken scratch on the little square of paper.
Jo –
I'm not leaving but you're welcome to anytime.
Best wishes – Bry
Jerk.
I crumple the note, grumbling curses under my breath as I walk up the final two stairs and turn the corner to the living area.
Which looks like a laser security maze.
Or a cat’s fucking wet dream.
"What the fuck?" I ask the room as my eyes follow one string from the top of the kitchen cabinets to the leg of the couch and then it winds back around and through the stools on the island and back down to the table. "This must have taken him hours."
"Once I got started it wasn't so bad. And it'll be worth it to keep our spaces separated." Bryson chimes in from along the patio door where he's leaning casually eating a yogurt.
