Page 22 of Locked Down In Watch Hill
“I will.”
I got up and walked to the kitchen, taking the phone with me as I headed to the coffee maker. As we chatted about a few meaningless things, I flipped on the machine and brewed a strong cup of my favorite French roast. When I had a mug coffee in my hand, I turned the conversation back to the dinner the previous night with Kyle.
“He didn’t have to bring over the food, but he did.”
Bridget cocked her head. “You said it was payment for your work.”
“Sure, but he could have made one of the delivery drivers do it.” I reflected on it for a moment. “Kind of made it feel like a date when he showed up like that. I mean, given everything ... As much of a date as I can have right now.”
My sister bit back her grin. “And what happened when he showed up? Did you spend a bunch of time talking about all the problems of the world and how to solve them?”
“I played the guitar for him.”
Her mouth dropped open. “You did?”
I nodded. “Just one song.”
“Which one? One of yours?”
“Yep.”
Her eyes grew wider. “I mean, you never play foranyone. Not even when I’m home for Christmas. Not even if you are drunk.” She broke off for a beat. “I can’t remember the last time you played for me.”
“It’s been forever. I’m sorry about that.”
“Hey, it’s your choice, even though you know that I think you are a great guitar player. But this ... you must really like him if you would allow yourself to do that.”
“I do like him.” That felt good to say too. “I really like him. He’s nice, and he seems kind, and God knows how amazing he is to own his own business so young. I admire that. Beingwithhim made life feel a little more normal, so to speak. And I miss that, Bridget. Do you?”
“Yes, God, yes. Even being here with Calvin and his mom, I miss seeing new people sometimes. More than I expected.”
“So, I just... I don’t know. I said I would help him with social media for the restaurant.”
“You’re great at that. Fantastic, really. Your Instagram following is still somehow doing well even with all this insanity. I was looking at it the other day.”
“Thanks for that too.”
“It’s awesome. Who’d have thought that a small token for your birthday could turn into chance to meet a guy?”
“Not me. But I’m thankful,” I said.
She raised her plastic cup until it was in full view of the video screen. “Cheers to that.”
“Cheers,” I echoed.
