Read Online Season's Change: Summer: A Goddess Legacy Companion Novel (Goddess Legacy 1.5) by Mandy Harbin, M.W. Muse - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Mandy Harbin, M.W. Muse
Ads: Link
soon is too soon to call a guy after a date?
"Season, this isn't the twentieth century. If you want to call him afterward, you should call him. You did grow up with him. It's not like he's some new guy you hardly know."
She was right. Don and I had been friends since we were little. I remembered playing games with him on the playground in elementary school, hanging out with him and his friends at the skating rink in middle school, and watching him play sports and grow into a very attractive man in high school. His flawless features were devastatingly beautiful. But his beauty wasn't just skin deep. He was a beautiful person through and through.
"True. I'm just not sure how I feel about that, regardless of how long I've known
him."
"Just play it by ear. If you two have fun, but he doesn't ask you out, then I see no
reason not to call him. Maybe he won't ask you out on a second date right away, regardless of how well tomorrow night goes. He might not want to scare you off." She giggled.
"I guess you're right."
Chloe glanced out her window. "So . . . what do you think Chrys is doing tonight?"
"Um, I don't know. The store is closed by now, so he might be home." "Do you want to go for a walk?" She looked at me with hopeful eyes. "Sure." I smiled.
Chloe freshened up, fixing her makeup, spraying on her French perfume. Within minutes we were strolling down the street.
"I hope the weather will be this nice tomorrow. You don't want frizzy hair on your date, Season. It has been unseasonably cool these last few days."
And she was right, it had been unseasonably cool. Normally, this time of year was fraught with hot, sticky days, temperatures well above ninety, but we had barely broken eighty with the air dry, not thick with heavy moisture, like normal.
We were off Chloe's property and nearing Chrys' house. It wasn't as grand as Chloe's was; it had a more modern flare. In fact, it almost had an institutional look to it. The gray color tones gave it a cold appearance, and the straight lines of the design were too severe. Even the fence and gate resembled bars in a jail cell, rather than an elegant addition to a private estate. But I guessed it went with the décor.
"You see that silver Mercedes?" "Yeah."
"That's Chrys's car." "No way!
I laughed, and we slowed our pace. I felt a little weird spying on his house—I'd never even done that to Don—so I looked down, watching my feet.
"There's his mother," she whispered, and my head shot up.
Ms. Gorge was glaring right at us. I probably should've told Chloe everything Chrys had said and not have sugarcoated the weird Greek stuff. We both smiled and waved at her like friendly neighbors would do, and her glare softened. She turned and went into the house.
"That was weird," Chloe said with a shrug.
I glanced away, acting uninterested, but she wasn't fooled. She stopped walking when we were right in front of Chrys's house. She leaned her head forward and turned to me, but she didn't get a chance to say anything. The gate to the Gorge estate opened.
We turned around to see Chrys walking toward us.
"Keep your cool," I whispered to Chloe while we were still out of earshot.
Chloe took a deep breath as he approached.
"Hey, what are you two doing out here?" Chrys asked when he reached us. "Getting some fresh air," I answered, not waiting on Chloe, fearing she'd act like
she did the first time she spoke to him.
"What about you?" Chloe asked without skipping a beat, this time. "Getting some fresh air," Chrys said with a half-smile, watching both of us.
"Are you working tomorrow?" I asked Chrys, hoping this conversation would not deviate to that uncomfortable topic about borrowing a cup of sugar like the first time.
"Yes, I'll be manning the store. My mom has to go to the east regional office tomorrow. She flies out first thing in the morning."
"Chrys!" Ms. Gorge called from the front door.
"Sorry, I have to go. She needs help gathering the documents for her trip." "I'll see
"Season, this isn't the twentieth century. If you want to call him afterward, you should call him. You did grow up with him. It's not like he's some new guy you hardly know."
She was right. Don and I had been friends since we were little. I remembered playing games with him on the playground in elementary school, hanging out with him and his friends at the skating rink in middle school, and watching him play sports and grow into a very attractive man in high school. His flawless features were devastatingly beautiful. But his beauty wasn't just skin deep. He was a beautiful person through and through.
"True. I'm just not sure how I feel about that, regardless of how long I've known
him."
"Just play it by ear. If you two have fun, but he doesn't ask you out, then I see no
reason not to call him. Maybe he won't ask you out on a second date right away, regardless of how well tomorrow night goes. He might not want to scare you off." She giggled.
"I guess you're right."
Chloe glanced out her window. "So . . . what do you think Chrys is doing tonight?"
"Um, I don't know. The store is closed by now, so he might be home." "Do you want to go for a walk?" She looked at me with hopeful eyes. "Sure." I smiled.
Chloe freshened up, fixing her makeup, spraying on her French perfume. Within minutes we were strolling down the street.
"I hope the weather will be this nice tomorrow. You don't want frizzy hair on your date, Season. It has been unseasonably cool these last few days."
And she was right, it had been unseasonably cool. Normally, this time of year was fraught with hot, sticky days, temperatures well above ninety, but we had barely broken eighty with the air dry, not thick with heavy moisture, like normal.
We were off Chloe's property and nearing Chrys' house. It wasn't as grand as Chloe's was; it had a more modern flare. In fact, it almost had an institutional look to it. The gray color tones gave it a cold appearance, and the straight lines of the design were too severe. Even the fence and gate resembled bars in a jail cell, rather than an elegant addition to a private estate. But I guessed it went with the décor.
"You see that silver Mercedes?" "Yeah."
"That's Chrys's car." "No way!
I laughed, and we slowed our pace. I felt a little weird spying on his house—I'd never even done that to Don—so I looked down, watching my feet.
"There's his mother," she whispered, and my head shot up.
Ms. Gorge was glaring right at us. I probably should've told Chloe everything Chrys had said and not have sugarcoated the weird Greek stuff. We both smiled and waved at her like friendly neighbors would do, and her glare softened. She turned and went into the house.
"That was weird," Chloe said with a shrug.
I glanced away, acting uninterested, but she wasn't fooled. She stopped walking when we were right in front of Chrys's house. She leaned her head forward and turned to me, but she didn't get a chance to say anything. The gate to the Gorge estate opened.
We turned around to see Chrys walking toward us.
"Keep your cool," I whispered to Chloe while we were still out of earshot.
Chloe took a deep breath as he approached.
"Hey, what are you two doing out here?" Chrys asked when he reached us. "Getting some fresh air," I answered, not waiting on Chloe, fearing she'd act like
she did the first time she spoke to him.
"What about you?" Chloe asked without skipping a beat, this time. "Getting some fresh air," Chrys said with a half-smile, watching both of us.
"Are you working tomorrow?" I asked Chrys, hoping this conversation would not deviate to that uncomfortable topic about borrowing a cup of sugar like the first time.
"Yes, I'll be manning the store. My mom has to go to the east regional office tomorrow. She flies out first thing in the morning."
"Chrys!" Ms. Gorge called from the front door.
"Sorry, I have to go. She needs help gathering the documents for her trip." "I'll see
Similar Books
