wouldn't have put it past her to have set this up purely to
see the throw down between me and Austin, but I wasn't
going to do it. I was past those days. She ralied when
Austin's friend gave her a grin. It helped that he was cute.
Not as cute as Austin, but then realy, who was? Who had
ever been?
'What're you drinking?' Austin was already puling out his
walet to pay.
I wasn't going to turn down a free drink, not even from
him. 'Margarita.'
'I'l take a Slow, Comfortable Screw.' Kira made sure to
lean in close so he could hear her. Her lips brushed his ear.
Austin leaned away a little, not enough that Kira would
notice. But I did. He introduced us both to his friend,
Ethan, who managed to tear his gaze away from Kira's tits
long enough to nod toward me without a trace of
recognition. Wel, what had I expected him to do? Say,
'Oh, so
'So what are you up to now?' Austin asked me as Kira
and Ethan eyed each other.
'I work for Kely Printing.' The last time we spoke I'd stil been finishing the degree I'd started when we were
together and taking care of some rich couple's kids. I
didn't ask him what he was doing, not for work and not
here in Harrisburg. I didn't want him to think I cared.
'What about your mom?' Austin moved closer, his arm on
the bar. 'She stil working for Hershey? I haven't been to
the shop for a while.'
My mom owns a tiny sandwich shop she inherited from
her dad when I was in high school. I'd worked in that shop
almost my entire life, running errands as a kid then
graduating to making subs and running the cash register.
Now I only helped if she had a big order to fil and deliver,
or a party to cater.
'She stil has it. She was working for Hershey but got laid
off.'
Austin nodded. 'I'm working for McClaron and Sons.'
I had no idea who or what McClaron and Sons was, but
the fact he was working for someone other than his dad
surprised me into a reply. 'What about your dad?'
Austin shrugged, then grimaced, and only because I'd once
known him so wel it had been like knowing myself did I
catch his hesitation. 'It was time I got out of that job.'
'But you're doing the same thing, right? Construction?'
Kira popped into the conversation and drew both our
attentions.
'Yeah, and some other stuff,' Austin said, but didn't
elaborate.
Interesting. Austin had worked for his dad's business the
way I'd worked for my mom's—summers and after school
