Author: Claire Adams
Category: Young Adult
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“This is a good house, Zack,” I told him softly. “I know it’s not my place to say so… but I don’t think you should tear it down.”
He took my hand unexpectedly, and I felt myself freeze in response. “It is a good house,” was all he said.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Zack
“Hello, Zackary,” Miriam said, sliding into the seat opposite me. “Where’s your beauty you brought here the last time?”
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I smiled. “She’s at home.”
“At home, you say?” Miriam asked. “I didn’t realize you were living together.”
“We’re not,” I said, realizing how it sounded.
“Oh… just visiting then?”
I had to nod. “Yes, I suppose she is.”
“I like her,” Miriam said voluntarily. “She seems the right sort of girl for you.”
I frowned. “How do you figure that?”
“She’s beautiful, and she has this delicate nature about her… but you can tell she’s strong too. And that’s what you need: a strong woman.”
I nodded. Then, I realized I was painting the wrong picture of Mila and me. “We’re not together,” I said, but it felt like a lie on my tongue.
“You’re not?” Miriam asked, with raised eyebrows. She clearly thought I was lying.
“No,” I said. “We’re just… friends.”
“Hmm… ok.”
“I’m not telling you a lie, Miriam.”
“Then you’re an idiot,” she said, without missing a beat. “She’s a great girl. You shoul
dn’t let her get away.”
I sat back in my seat. “I’m really just waiting for my food.”
“It’ll get here,” Miriam replied impatiently. “Take it easy.”
I sighed. “I thought this place was supposed to be fast.”
“We’re not fast food,” Miriam said pointedly. “We’re gourmet. And you can wait ten more minutes. You know something tells me that this is more serious than I thought, which is why you’re getting so uncomfortable.”
“I’m not uncomfortable,” I denied quickly.
“Please… why would you be in such a hurry to run out of here then?”
“Because the boys are waiting for me back home.”
“The boys?” Miriam asked. “Or your girl?”
“She’s not my girl,” I corrected.
“Why is that?” Miriam asked seriously.