Page 57 of Mr. Delicious
Chapter 15
Adam
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It was like everything was against me.
Of course since my talk to Chad last night I kept trying to find the right moment to tell Wren who I was.
I’d just found it, then fucking Billy called.
I wished now that instead of taking the time to tell her about Ava I’d told her what was important first.
That would make more sense because these days I rarely thought of Ava.
Wren sunk into a depressive state after she spoke to Billy and now it was like the gloss of being here had faded.
Talking to him opened the door to reality, letting back in all her worries. Worries I’d taken care of. I wanted that to be a big surprise for her at the end of our trip but what was the point of having her miserable for the next few days.
As the hours ticked by guilt gnawed away at my insides, making me feel worse.
By dinner time I thought screw it. If I continued to wait for the right time to talk I wouldn’t find it. Another day couldn’t pass by with her not truly knowing me.
If she mattered to me as much as she did then telling her who I was and that she didn’t have to worry about Billy or losing her coffeehouse would be better.
After we ate I took her out back to sit in the conservatory lounge. There we sat opposite each other on the wicker sofa. I had the envelope in my pocket with the title details for The Spot.
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Wren
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I loved this part of the house because it provided a great view of the lake, the rose garden and the willow trees.
More than anything it had that calming effect.
When I looked at AJ I felt bad. He’s specifically asked me to forget my worries.
Screw the bills and the responsibilities.
But I hadn’t been able to do that. Billy’s call today was a reminder of everything I tried to forget.
“I’m sorry I haven’t been myself today. I didn’t want to waste the day being miserable. Maybe I should just go sleep it off.”
AJ took my hand into his and held my gaze.
“I’m sorry Billy called.”
“Thank you, and thanks for dealing with him for me. I guess talking to him just woke me up. It shows what’s waiting for me when I get back to Chicago.”
“No don’t say that.”
I was trying really hard not to cry and make things worse but it was hard.
“It’s true. Things are pretty bad. Maybe I should escape the problems and go to Rome with you.”
His eyes brightened. “I want you to go with me.”
