Mary Lou, Id like you to meet… I hesitated when I realized I hadnt asked for the womans name.
That sounds oddly like a compliment.Laughing, I snort. It was…I think. Do you not get those much?
Not very often. He grins, biting down on his straw, a big toothy smile that has me smiling, too. Ive spent the last year getting my ass handed to me.In another life, under better circumstances, Rex Gunderson might have been someone redeemable enough to date.But theyre not better circumstances; theyre worse than they were yesterday.
I am a broke college student.My small circle of friends in Iowa includes Madison, who is barely around and only wants to party, Elliot, who moved to Michigan, and Rex Gunderson, who had a bounty on my vagina last semester.
I have a lot on my mind and no one to talk to, and hes right here, sitting in front of me, watching me intently, like he knows whats going on inside my head.
For all I know, he does.They followed her into the house, which smelled like cinnamon and vanilla in a combination not quite strong enough to cause Anna distress, though shed be glad to leave. The entryway led them into a huge circular room with hardwood floors trimmed in stone around the smallish fountain in the center of the room and around the fireplace on the wall opposite the entryway.
Other rooms opened off the main room. Anna caught a glimpse of a kitchen, a dining room, a weight room, and a room where everything had been torn out down to the studs. The drywall, shreds of carpet, and bits and pieces of furniture were left in an untidy pile on the floor.My ex-husbands office, Katie caroled as she walked by. I did the demolition myself. Better than therapy. But my contractor is sending people in the next few days to redo it. And clean up the mess. She paused, then looked at Anna and winked. He put that carpet in for me, right after we got married. When he came in to give me a bid on repairs, he asked me what had been wrong with the carpet. She smiled. I told him there wasnt any blood on it.
Katie led them into her own office, bright and airy with a view of a swimming pool dominating a huge backyard. Other than the pool, it was mostly xeriscaped but with patches of green hidden under fruit trees. The back fence was eight-foot wrought iron with a gate leading out to a waterway and presumably, because Anna couldnt see it from the window view, a jogging path.The office was big enough to swallow a desk and a couch and love seat with room left over. Katie plopped down on the love seat, tucking one sandal-clad foot underneath herself.