"It can at times, but I rely heavily on volunteers. And after the big fundraising event this year I hired help. There are so many kids impacted. It's worth it.""And I've heard you've gotten Grant volunteering, which we both find refreshing. Grant is slated to take over the family business, and we hate for him to lose sight of the community he lives in. It's something his father struggles with..." Her words trail off for a moment. "Well, he's struggled with it since primary school. It's the reason we decided to skip over him and pass the reins on to Grant.""I had no idea."Grant doesn't talk about his father much. My mind races to remember any mention.Grant doesn't talk about his father at all.I've worked so hard to make sure he didn't ask about mine I never stopped to realize he's never mentioned his. Grant has daddy issues of his own."No, you probably didn't. The two of them are oil and water. Little Grant spent years looking for a dad in his father, but he was only i
I crumple up the foil wrapper and toss it in my office trashcan. "That really was the best sub I've ever had. Where did you find the place?"Drew smirks and rests one of his dirty work boots on top of my desk even when I scowl at him. "Your new boyfriend recommended them.""Of course he did." Grant loves to remind me I'm not the only one who's lived in the city a lifetime."The prices are good too." Drew rips off another bite of his sub, a drop of mayonnaise falling to his shirt. "Damn it."I laugh as he wipes it off, his fingers grinding the napkin and mayonnaise deeper into the fibers of his grey short sleeve t-shirt. "Just because the recommendation came from Grant doesn't mean it needs to be expensive."He stops making a bigger mess of his spill, his eyes rising to meet mine. "Is that so? Who's sticking up for the pretty boy now.""He's not a pretty boy," I say, even though Grant totally is.Drew tosses his mangled napkin in the trash, giving his sub a dirty look. "Ju
Travis rolls his eyes so hard I'm surprised they don't pop out. He's obviously on to our technique. "Yeah and then tell her how you started asking me all kinds of questions. He's prying into my business."I want to let him get his anger out, but I also want to get snarky and remind him it's what I pay John to do. But there's a time and place for snark when you're dealing with teenagers, and right now isn't it."Well John is obviously concerned about you, Travis. I would have asked the same questions.""He don't know me. When has he ever had to make a choice he didn't want?"Ah-ha. Now we're getting somewhere. "That's probably true." I hate to distance John from this conversation, but I need to find common ground to bring Travis in the rest of the way. "You and I both know life is full of shitty choices."It works and Travis sits up in his chair actively engaged in the conversation. "That's what we do. Right, Miss C.? Make the shitty choices. Because as soon as you think you'r
A light misty rain creates a sheen on the windshield. The cab driver turns on the wipers. I scan my phone one more time. The name of the restaurant where Grant is having a business dinner is the last text I received."Stop here," I say when the restaurant La Blanca comes into view on the right side of the road.The cabbie pulls over and checks his meter tapping on the side rather than giving me a price."Can you wait? This won't take long.""Sure, babe, but the meter is running."Of course. Story of my life. The meter is always running.CLARE: I'm here.I send the quick text and stay in the cab until Grant pokes his way out the front door."I'll be right back," I say from the cab and make my way across the sidewalk to him.Taking a play from my own book, I remind myself to stay calm. I need to get the full story from Grant before I jump to any conclusions. The plan was great in the cab, but now with Grant in front of me my emotions war with themselves. I can't believe
"It's already done." My body doesn't want to force the oxygen from my lungs, but I say the words breathlessly. "I can't do this."Grant takes a step toward me as I step back. Our own choreographed dance of death. "Don't leave me. Not like this."No longer covered by the awning, rain collects on his ever perfect hair as it beats against his head. His black suit jacket darkens with the wet stain. The words circle around in the air between us and Grant's face pales.Anger and sadness swirl around in my stomach. At war with what I have to do and what I want to do. "This is who I am Grant. If I don't protect them, who will? Why didn't you see that?"How could he not have anticipated this outcome? The actions he makes in a board room have consequences for me and others in the city after he heads home for the day."I'll fix this. Let me fix it." With both hands held out he takes two more steps toward me.My red, tear-filled eyes meet his — also wet with more than simply rain. I st
"Clare, you have a visitor," Drew yells from downstairs.I sigh and snuggle back under the covers. Over the last two days I've found myself in bed any moment I wasn't at the center trying to calm the fears of everyone there. My idea of hiding under the covers seemed the reasonable choice for dealing with my own insecurities and sadness. Saturday morning is my time to lie in bed and wallow. Everyone should get a good wallow period after a breakup, right? I haven't had a chance to really wallow.Footsteps pound on the stairs, the walls shaking. I hold my breath and wait to find out if it's one RDA girl who showed up or if they came with the whole crew. I didn't make the breakup public knowledge, but I'm sure it's made the rounds by now. They have alarm devices implanted on them that light up whenever anyone's in trouble. Although, if I'm honest, having girlfriends right now isn't so bad. There's a chance they brought ice cream. Please let them have ice cream.And liquor.Drew's h
"Jesse, come right in. Did you have trouble finding the place?" Drew is first to recover from his shock.Jesse uses an index finger to push his glasses further up his nose. "You weren't lying when you said the big blue Victorian would be hard to miss." The words sound snotty.This house is a piece of architectural greatness. He better hope he didn't snub it. Drew pats me on the shoulder, aware I'm seconds away from kicking our potential new roommate out. This place is my baby, and it costs as much as one to live here, too."Well, let us give you a tour of the place." With both hands on my shoulders Drew turns me around. "As you see the large living room," he says as we walk toward the kitchen his arm gesturing to the left."Do you often keep the curtains open like that?"Drew's steps stall, and he whips his head to the left looking at the curtains. "Uh... I don't know." We share a look between us, and I lift a shoulder in response. He's on his own for this one.Jesse makes
I check over the contents of my chest one last time and then close the lid. One plus to lying in bed all day, it's allowed me plenty of time to stockpile crops in Dragons Reborn. You can't play the full game in the mobile version, but I've been able to harvest crops and make enough cloth to keep me stocked for a while. I tried to con Drew into bringing me his laptop so I could play in bed, but he told me to get my ass downstairs. That option wasn't appealing, so I suffered through.After an hour and dropping my phone on my face twice, I almost gave in yesterday and plugged in the laptop Grant gave me. Every time he's around he pisses me off so I forget to give it back. The only thing stopping me was the fact it's still downstairs in our kitchen and I didn't have the energy to deal with the first floor. Plus, I can't get attached to the design and super-fast speed because I'm definitely giving it back to him. I need to find a box and then it's gone.If I didn't care so much for my p
Six months later"I thought you were painting this room silver?" Hudson asks dropping his half of the couch inside of our brand-new tiny living room. That's not fair. It's bigger than the apartment when I lived with Marissa. Living here will be like me having my own special mansion. Except this time the rent is higher.I put my end of the couch down and then promptly sit at the end of it. I've done my part of moving. This is why we hired movers. I don't know what it is about men wanting to lift heavy objects. Plus, it's not like there's much furniture to move. The old apartment came furnished. This stuff is new.I look at the wall, which shimmers in the bright light from our large open window in the new living room. "I did. It's Silver Fox.""This color is gray.""No, it's Silver Fox.""It looks gray to me."I shake my head in dismay. "Gray is darker."He nods slowly. "Uh-huh. Whatever you say."Hudson and I have been living together since he made the permanent move t
A few weeks later"Wow, Finn hooked you up." My eyes blink a few times trying to adjust to the overpowering glare of so many television screens in one room.Hudson laughs as he steps behind me. "Ridge taught me you can never have too many cameras.""Well, you definitely put his words into practice." No less than thirty flat screen TVs line a wall in the room Finn and Hudson started calling the war room. I'm pretty sure Finn has a camera everywhere Aspen may go in San Francisco. There is even one in the comic shop. The transition has gone well for the most part. Finn and Aspen had a heated debate over her bodyguard situation.Once Hudson accepted the position, he didn't waste time. It's been less than three weeks and he has a war room set up and is spying on half the residents of the city. My man gets shit done."Are you happy?" I ask turning around so we are face to face.Hudson rolls his eyes and says something silently to the ceiling of the room. He's recently taken up pr
The glass automatic door at the airport entrance slides open and I saunter in with a purpose. No woman has ever been as determined as I am to put a man in his place. Full Marissa style.And then maybe win him back. It depends on his response. I've been through tons of shit the last few weeks. I need someone who can handle me and won't chicken out.Aspen and Finn checked me out of the hospital and then took me back to my apartment making me promise I wouldn't leave when I asked to be alone. My mother even listened when I told her it was a great time to visit my brother in Washington. He'll love it.Besides my shattered heart, I'm medically fine. There's no reason for people to be stuck hovering around me. Hurt or not, I've still peopled too much these last few days, so it wasn't hard to press that I needed quiet time. I promised to head right into bed and sleep for a few more days.But I've broken many promises lately. And kept secrets. I am not the same girl I was last year. An
I hate to be a bad friend — who am I kidding, I'm always the bad friend — but Aspen could not have picked a worse time to make her visit. And I love her. She was here all day yesterday. Getting water, refilling water, fluffing my pillow and accidentally pulling on my IV before doing it again while apologizing for pulling on the IV. Hudson and I haven't had two minutes to ourselves. I tried to fake sleep yesterday afternoon, but then they stood around the bed looking and me and whispering."Do you need your pillow fluffed?" she asks for the thousandth time. It's become her filler question. What she asks me if she doesn't know what else to ask.I shake my head, giving Finn my best "calm her down" look, but he doesn't notice. He's so madly in love with Aspen he thinks everything she does is adorable. "I'm fine, Aspen. Relax."My best friend is definitely more put together than Hudson in the last two days, but not by much. Her hair is flat on one side, a little curly on the other, an
A STEADY STREAM of beeps wakes me up to a stream of light.A hospital. It's the place I've woken up the last two days. I can't complain. It's one hundred times better than a concrete floor in an abandoned factory in Oakland. Even still I fight the panic as my brain comes into consciousness. The hospital therapist says eventually there will come a day when I don't wake up ready to flee, but I'm not sure I believe her.My awake body is heavy and sluggish. Yesterday I spent most the day sleeping as my conscious mind worked around what happened after I was taken from the sidewalk in front of Cosmo's.Hudson was shot. I watched it with my own eyes. What I didn't know at the time was the bullet grazed the side of his body and most of his injury was due to the shock of being shot. Even though my mind didn't want to believe it at the time, he led the charge to rescue me. And yes, he absolutely shot Jimmy in the head — a scene I never ever want to see again, but one that plays on repeat e
Breathe. I hit reality with a start. Tears form as I blink my eyes to open them. My shoulder hurts, a tingling stiff sensation like I slept on it wrong. At one point I must have broken out in a cold sweat and my skin is clammy, moist yet chilled. My knuckle scrapes the hard ground underneath my body as I sit up and the events of what happened flood back. It wasn't a bad dream. I've been taken right from the front of Cosmo's. Kidnapped.They shot Hudson.I have no idea how long I slept or where I am. No longer in the van, the room is dark around me and it takes longer than I want for my eyes to adjust. Of course, there's no positive to be found when they do. Sawdust and dirt smells permeate the air. On the ground there's not only cold hard concrete but sharp pieces of wood. I wipe a few from my pants legs only to have them stick to the skin of my fingers.As I try to stand, there's a clink of metal. I tug my foot to find it doesn't move. My leg is bolted to the ground with thick m
"Are you sure you won't walk in there and start crying?" Hudson asks as we stop in front of Cosmo's Comics and Café.I take a deep breath and check myself before I answer because frankly he's probably right to be worried. It's been two days since we met with Drew at the restaurant in Oakland and I spent most of that night crying. I haven't talked to anyone since then. More than likely they think I've been taking this time to apologize to Hudson. He promises he's forgiven and forgotten and even understands why it took so long.Hudson spent the last few days consoling me as I came to terms with finally admitting what happened that night and saying goodbye to Drew if only in my own mind. He's been perfect. He didn't push or yell at me to do it faster or tell me I was being ridiculous. He listened and held me when I needed him. I couldn't ask for a better man.Hudson is everything I've ever wanted in a guy. Sensitive enough to figure out when I'm hurting, but strong enough to tell me
"That's your answer?" Hudson's eyebrows lift.I hit my knee against his. "Hudson."He sighs in agitation."Well, Drew, the way I look at it Amanda doesn't have much to tell. It sounds to me as if in her story you were a friend who was there to help her out. Who didn't want to get involved in a police investigation. But before I can trust her opinion that you're a nice guy, I need proof."Drew laughs even though it's inappropriate for the time. "I don't think I'm a nice guy, but thanks, Amanda.""Um, you're welcome?""I started working construction jobs part time when Clare and I were in foster care." He stops talking right as the story gets good."But you don't do construction work now, do you?" Hudson asks the exact question I've been thinking.It's like pulling teeth to get facts out of Drew, but what he doesn't understand is Hudson will have no qualms telling Ben if he's not satisfied with his answers."Yes and no. From time to time my boss asks me for extra favors
"Sorry, Dean, I've got to get home. Lots of Christmas prep to do."There's no time to chase another raid with so much work to do for Aspen's Christmas celebration. They overdo it for most holidays, but the big ones are the worst.He nods, accepting the answer. I rarely take him up on offers for more raiding or the hundred times he's asked me out for coffee. "Okay, see you next time." He waves, following a large group of people making their way to cars and bikes before heading toward the wharf.I step onto the sidewalk outside the baseball stadium to look for a cab. The road is eerily quiet since there isn't baseball in December and the people from the raid snatched up the cabs. Even though Grant, Clare's boyfriend would kill me, I scroll through my phone and find the Uber app. If I have to call for a ride anyway, I should at least make it a cheap one. He'd be pissed over how close I am to his neighborhood without someone here with me, but it's too late to worry about that now.