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Chapter 2

Word Vomit

It’s been three weeks since Iwith Kenton, who I don’t see very often, and when I do, he’s usually leaving for work or coest talks we’ve had was the other day when he ca for me and to meet him out front I tucked my Kindle away and followed him out of the house, down the front steps, to a sot rid of it You don’t have a car, and I know it’s not an easy trek to town"

I looked froain

"Here’s the key It has a full tank of gas, new tires, plus a tune-up," he told ers "This is the part where you say, ‘Thank you,’" he gru at me then at the keys in his hand

"U the keys frooing to say so at the car, duenerosity No one had ever done anything like that for me before

From that day on, I tried to help where I could I tried to cook a couple of ti my appreciation in other ways I kept the house clean, went to the grocery store if I noticed things running low, and even did laundry if I saw it piling up He told nored him I knew he appreciatedhied

When we did have moments to talk, he smiled more and seemed more at ease with me I lived for the stolen moments I had with hi for a bone I hated and loved that hetime if I had souy sinceinto the kitchen to grab soot off the phone The hospital I worked at in Vegas has agreed to transfer my hours to a hospital they are affiliated with in Nashville Then I called the hospital in Nashville, and they want me to start as soon as possible My shift will be eleven to seven am They told e up my schedule It doesn’t

I’ is soood at

I hit the bottoo around the corner into the kitchen Kenton is standing at the stove on the phone His back is to ht blue and faded in all the right spots His red T-shirt fits hi his tan His head turns towards olden eyes hit mine and then do a head-to-toe sweep

"You want coffee?" he rule