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spinning and spinning and not able to come out. Stuck, stuck, stuck, right there in my throat, even with his desperate eyes locked onto mine, waiting for me to say it. To say something.
But I couldn’t.
I stayed quiet. Again.
“Good night,” I said finally, my heart pounding in my ears, as I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.
“Good night, Abby,” I heard him whisper sadly.
It wasn’t the way the night was supposed to end.
CHAPTER 17
The morning dragged, not because I was tired from being out late with Ty, but because of the growing guilt over not being able to tell him how I really felt about him.
And an eight-hour shift at Back Street wasn’t helping any.
I finished unpacking the boxes in the back before taking my lunch, trying to focus on all the money I was making for my trip to Barcelona.
I checked my phone and saw that I had missed a call from Paloma. She left a message apologizing.
I thought about Ty and his sad, lonely eyes as he drove away last night. I hoped he wasn’t still upset.
“Hey, you guys going to the Brandi Carlile concert next week?” David asked as I walked over to the door.
“No,” I said. “The guides are having our end-of-the-season party over at Amber’s house that night.”
“Are you talking about Amber Svenson who lives over on Delaware Avenue?”
“Yeah, that’s the one. Do you know her?”
“Oh, yeah. She’s a party animal. I see her out all the time.”
I laughed, wondering if he was just joking. She didn’t seem like that at all. She was always quiet and reserved out on the river.
“No way,” I said.
“Total way. Late night, at the clubs, she’s a beast. But the parties at her house suck big wang. I’ve been. Trust me, it’ll wrap up by 10. Just meet us afterwards. We’re starting at Velvet about that time.”
“Yeah, I guess we could do that,” I said. “Sounds fun.”
“Damn right I’m fun.”
Kate pulled up and waited with the car running.
“Say hi to Sista Craig,” he said, a little hurt. “I see she’s avoiding me.”
“I will. See you after lunch.”
I opened the car door, a wave of cold air greeting me.
“Hey,” Kate said.
“You look the part,” I said, staring at her jewelry and lipstick. “Press conference or interview?”
“Interview,” she said. I looked down at her shoes.
“Wow, must be a big story for the Choos to come out,” I said.
“It is Choo worthy.”
She smiled and shifted gears and we zoomed down Columbia.
“Did you have a good time last night?”
“Yeah, it was pretty good,” I said quickly. “But right now I’m more excited to see what’s for lunch.”
A picnic in the park was her idea and I smiled as we sat down and she started bringing out the items from a paper bag.
“Not your school lunch, that’s for sure,” I said. There were falafels, hummus, pitas, sliced tomatoes and cucumbers, and plain yogurt.
We sat eating, not saying much, watching the kids play and people walking around. It was a nice day, warm and clear. The dried grass dancing in the breeze, the sunflowers in full bloom by the side of the river.
When we finished, I leaned my arms on the table. Maybe she could help.
“It was a good night,” I sighed. “But there’s this weird thing it ended with.”
“What happened?” she asked, putting the little cartons back in the sack.
“Well, it’s this stupid thing I’m having trouble telling him. Ty tells me that he loves me, and I can’t say anything. I freeze. And now I’ve hurt his feelings. It’s a mess. And I think it has to do with…”
I stopped, hoping she’d say something. But she waited for me to finish.
“I can’t seem to tell him how I feel. And I’m not sure why. I think maybe it has to do with…”
I paused again, watching a lone kayaker paddling downriver.
“Jesse?” Kate said.
I looked at her.
“Yeah. Jesse.”
I put on my sunglasses, hiding my glassy eyes.
“Jesse was your first love. It’s always like
But I couldn’t.
I stayed quiet. Again.
“Good night,” I said finally, my heart pounding in my ears, as I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.
“Good night, Abby,” I heard him whisper sadly.
It wasn’t the way the night was supposed to end.
CHAPTER 17
The morning dragged, not because I was tired from being out late with Ty, but because of the growing guilt over not being able to tell him how I really felt about him.
And an eight-hour shift at Back Street wasn’t helping any.
I finished unpacking the boxes in the back before taking my lunch, trying to focus on all the money I was making for my trip to Barcelona.
I checked my phone and saw that I had missed a call from Paloma. She left a message apologizing.
I thought about Ty and his sad, lonely eyes as he drove away last night. I hoped he wasn’t still upset.
“Hey, you guys going to the Brandi Carlile concert next week?” David asked as I walked over to the door.
“No,” I said. “The guides are having our end-of-the-season party over at Amber’s house that night.”
“Are you talking about Amber Svenson who lives over on Delaware Avenue?”
“Yeah, that’s the one. Do you know her?”
“Oh, yeah. She’s a party animal. I see her out all the time.”
I laughed, wondering if he was just joking. She didn’t seem like that at all. She was always quiet and reserved out on the river.
“No way,” I said.
“Total way. Late night, at the clubs, she’s a beast. But the parties at her house suck big wang. I’ve been. Trust me, it’ll wrap up by 10. Just meet us afterwards. We’re starting at Velvet about that time.”
“Yeah, I guess we could do that,” I said. “Sounds fun.”
“Damn right I’m fun.”
Kate pulled up and waited with the car running.
“Say hi to Sista Craig,” he said, a little hurt. “I see she’s avoiding me.”
“I will. See you after lunch.”
I opened the car door, a wave of cold air greeting me.
“Hey,” Kate said.
“You look the part,” I said, staring at her jewelry and lipstick. “Press conference or interview?”
“Interview,” she said. I looked down at her shoes.
“Wow, must be a big story for the Choos to come out,” I said.
“It is Choo worthy.”
She smiled and shifted gears and we zoomed down Columbia.
“Did you have a good time last night?”
“Yeah, it was pretty good,” I said quickly. “But right now I’m more excited to see what’s for lunch.”
A picnic in the park was her idea and I smiled as we sat down and she started bringing out the items from a paper bag.
“Not your school lunch, that’s for sure,” I said. There were falafels, hummus, pitas, sliced tomatoes and cucumbers, and plain yogurt.
We sat eating, not saying much, watching the kids play and people walking around. It was a nice day, warm and clear. The dried grass dancing in the breeze, the sunflowers in full bloom by the side of the river.
When we finished, I leaned my arms on the table. Maybe she could help.
“It was a good night,” I sighed. “But there’s this weird thing it ended with.”
“What happened?” she asked, putting the little cartons back in the sack.
“Well, it’s this stupid thing I’m having trouble telling him. Ty tells me that he loves me, and I can’t say anything. I freeze. And now I’ve hurt his feelings. It’s a mess. And I think it has to do with…”
I stopped, hoping she’d say something. But she waited for me to finish.
“I can’t seem to tell him how I feel. And I’m not sure why. I think maybe it has to do with…”
I paused again, watching a lone kayaker paddling downriver.
“Jesse?” Kate said.
I looked at her.
“Yeah. Jesse.”
I put on my sunglasses, hiding my glassy eyes.
“Jesse was your first love. It’s always like
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