Shattered Girl (Emmy)

Chapter 174

Chapter 174

As the new year approached, I noticed the guys had many hushed conversations, huddled together, then quickly breaking apart, giving me the most innocent looks and assuring me nothing was happening. I didn't believe them for a minute but decided to let them keep their secret. I'm sure I would find out soon enough anyway.

Something was even more apparent when Patrick appeared in the library next to the overstuffed chair I had turned into mine, where I had gone to curl up with one of my new books after breakfast. I gave him a questioning look over the top of my book, thinking he had left to go into the city since it was a Monday.

"Love, would you like to go have lunch with me?"

"Sure, do you still have to go into the city today?"

"No, plans changed; that's why I thought you might enjoy a date with me."

"Okay, just give me fifteen minutes to change, and then we can go," I told him, setting my book aside and following him out of the room.

Fifteen minutes later, Patrick held my hand, leading me out to the car and opening the pasanger door. I smiled at him as he gave me a quick kiss before shutting my door, going to the driver's side, and climbing in.

When we pulled into the parking lot of a sporting goods store, I gave him a curious look.

"I just need to run in and pick up something really quick. Do you mind waiting in the car? It will just take a minute."

what are you picking up?" I asked, trying not to giggle at the look of panic

to come up with plausible reasons for this stop was fun. I was looking forward to whatever they had been planning and had no idea what a sporting goods store had to do with

pity on him and promised to wait in the car with the doors locked until he returned. With a relieved sigh and a quick kiss, he hurried into the store, and not even five minutes later, he came

of golf balls," I said, grinning.

good. Are you okay with that

to me," I

minutes later, he pulled into a parking spot in front

was in the corner, and a red vinal covered the stools along the long counter. Booths lined the wall, and tables were scattered in between. Waitresses in blue and white outfits hurried between the kitchen and tables, bringing out food

found an empty booth in the corner; we had just slid into our seats when a waitress around our age came over,

away without taking

shove

She asked in

and a chocolate shake," I told her, linking my

attempts at flirting, and she flounced off to the kitchen. "Bitch,"

for you, love," he said, and I couldn't

I said a silent prayer that she hadn't spit in my food.

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