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little goldfish?”
Vance smiled a dazzling smile and replied, “Because you know how he feels. You just swam right into that cement wall with that roommate of yours last night, and it rung your bell. But you know what? It’ll all work out. It’s good you’re getting away from her. I’m sure she’ll make it as hard on you as she can…but once you’re out from under her bullsh…her crap…you’ll be fine. You’ll rub your little goldfish head that you knocked against the wall, and you’ll swim on…a little bruised up maybe, but smarter too. And you’ll be a little better at navigating around cement walls.”
“Thank you, Dr. Laura,” Boston teased.
“You’re welcome, Charlotte.” Vance winked, grabbed a handful of popcorn from the bowl on Boston’s lap, and added, “That’s in North Carolina…in case you’re wondering.”
“I know,” she giggled. She sighed for a moment. “How is it that you know so much about navigationally challenged goldfish and poisonous friends?”
He shrugged broad shoulders. “Experience,” he answered. He smiled. “Unfortunately, a lot of experience.”
“Okay, I’m back,” Danielle announced, hopping back into her spot on the couch. “Unpause,” she told the remote as she picked it up and started the movie again.
Boston reached into the bowl in her lap to retrieve several kernels of popcorn, but Vance teasingly pushed at her hand, gathering a fistful himself. Boston nudged his arm with her elbow, and he playfully nudged back. She heard him chuckle and glanced up to him, but she couldn’t tell if the chuckle was caused by their playfully fighting over the popcorn or because John Candy was involved in some comedic ritual on the TV.
Boston watched the movie, but her mind kept wandering. Vance Nathaniel was a pretty smart guy. She was rather amazed by his insight and fairly profound advice and encouragement. She’d been in his company exactly three times. How was it that he was so affecting to her in a mere twenty-four hours? She shrugged and tried to concentrate on the movie. Logan West flashed through her mind; she hoped Steph hadn’t scared him off. She was sure she hadn’t. He’d said they’d go out again. She hoped he’d call soon.
Vance and Danielle both laughed, and the sound caused Boston to giggle. She couldn’t wait to permanently escape Stephanie’s emotional manipulation. Life would be fun and exciting again once she was away from Steph—she could sense it all around her.
“If I wasn’t here, your friend could move right in,” Vance said.
Danielle waved to Boston as she walked toward her car. She felt the familiar pinching pain of empathy in her heart. She wouldn’t let him start to slip into guilt—she wouldn’t.
“Oh, don’t go all melodramatic, martyr-heroic on me, Vance,” she said. She turned to him, flinging her arms around his neck and kissing him soundly on one whiskery cheek. “You know how excited I am to finally have you here! Boston’s got tons of friends to stay with until she moves in here.”
“Yeah…but that Stephanie chick is gonna give her hell,” Vance mumbled.
“She’s tougher than she looks,” Danielle said. “Do you want some ice cream before bed?”
“Sure.”
Vance yawned. He was tired—physically worn out. Still, neither Danielle’s reassurance nor his own fatigue eased his mind about Danielle’s friend Boston. He knew what witches chicks could be to each other—especially hags like this Stephanie. He should’ve just rented his own apartment for a month. Instead, he’d let Danielle talk him into staying with her. He was all for it too—until he’d understood Boston’s predicament.
He was far more familiar with Boston Rhodes than she knew. Boston had been the one to save Danielle. Not him—certainly not him! He suspected Boston had literally saved Danielle’s life that summer after…
Thus, he hated to see his sister’s rescuer in misery. He felt an incredible desire to
Vance smiled a dazzling smile and replied, “Because you know how he feels. You just swam right into that cement wall with that roommate of yours last night, and it rung your bell. But you know what? It’ll all work out. It’s good you’re getting away from her. I’m sure she’ll make it as hard on you as she can…but once you’re out from under her bullsh…her crap…you’ll be fine. You’ll rub your little goldfish head that you knocked against the wall, and you’ll swim on…a little bruised up maybe, but smarter too. And you’ll be a little better at navigating around cement walls.”
“Thank you, Dr. Laura,” Boston teased.
“You’re welcome, Charlotte.” Vance winked, grabbed a handful of popcorn from the bowl on Boston’s lap, and added, “That’s in North Carolina…in case you’re wondering.”
“I know,” she giggled. She sighed for a moment. “How is it that you know so much about navigationally challenged goldfish and poisonous friends?”
He shrugged broad shoulders. “Experience,” he answered. He smiled. “Unfortunately, a lot of experience.”
“Okay, I’m back,” Danielle announced, hopping back into her spot on the couch. “Unpause,” she told the remote as she picked it up and started the movie again.
Boston reached into the bowl in her lap to retrieve several kernels of popcorn, but Vance teasingly pushed at her hand, gathering a fistful himself. Boston nudged his arm with her elbow, and he playfully nudged back. She heard him chuckle and glanced up to him, but she couldn’t tell if the chuckle was caused by their playfully fighting over the popcorn or because John Candy was involved in some comedic ritual on the TV.
Boston watched the movie, but her mind kept wandering. Vance Nathaniel was a pretty smart guy. She was rather amazed by his insight and fairly profound advice and encouragement. She’d been in his company exactly three times. How was it that he was so affecting to her in a mere twenty-four hours? She shrugged and tried to concentrate on the movie. Logan West flashed through her mind; she hoped Steph hadn’t scared him off. She was sure she hadn’t. He’d said they’d go out again. She hoped he’d call soon.
Vance and Danielle both laughed, and the sound caused Boston to giggle. She couldn’t wait to permanently escape Stephanie’s emotional manipulation. Life would be fun and exciting again once she was away from Steph—she could sense it all around her.
“If I wasn’t here, your friend could move right in,” Vance said.
Danielle waved to Boston as she walked toward her car. She felt the familiar pinching pain of empathy in her heart. She wouldn’t let him start to slip into guilt—she wouldn’t.
“Oh, don’t go all melodramatic, martyr-heroic on me, Vance,” she said. She turned to him, flinging her arms around his neck and kissing him soundly on one whiskery cheek. “You know how excited I am to finally have you here! Boston’s got tons of friends to stay with until she moves in here.”
“Yeah…but that Stephanie chick is gonna give her hell,” Vance mumbled.
“She’s tougher than she looks,” Danielle said. “Do you want some ice cream before bed?”
“Sure.”
Vance yawned. He was tired—physically worn out. Still, neither Danielle’s reassurance nor his own fatigue eased his mind about Danielle’s friend Boston. He knew what witches chicks could be to each other—especially hags like this Stephanie. He should’ve just rented his own apartment for a month. Instead, he’d let Danielle talk him into staying with her. He was all for it too—until he’d understood Boston’s predicament.
He was far more familiar with Boston Rhodes than she knew. Boston had been the one to save Danielle. Not him—certainly not him! He suspected Boston had literally saved Danielle’s life that summer after…
Thus, he hated to see his sister’s rescuer in misery. He felt an incredible desire to
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