Page 22 of When I Was His

“I can hang out for a bit.”

“Let’s go for a walk, then.”

He put his arm around my shoulders, and I thought nothing of it even though he caressed my bare arm with his fingers. We talked about memories from home and strolled the sidewalks full of those who were enjoying the warm May weather. An hour later, Ty was yawning continuously.

I chuckled. “Go home.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re yawning like you’re ready to go to sleep.”

“I want to see your new apartment,” he said, ignoring my comment.

“I’m not sure.”

Ty raised his eyebrows. “You’re not sure? What am I, some jerk off the street?”

“NO! Sadie decided to do nothing today. She might not be ready for visitors.”

“Call her. We’re not far from your place.”

I fished my phone from my small purse and hit her contact number.

“What’s up?” Sadie said as she crunched on whatever was in her mouth.

I frowned. “What are you eating?”

“Pretzels.”

I stared at Ty, who shoved a mint in his mouth while I was talking. He gave me a warm smile.

“Ty wants to come by. Are you decent?”

“I’m certainly not naked. What exactly do you think I do when you’re not here?”

I ignored her snide comment. “Can I bring him over?”

“Yes. I’m dressed and sitting around watching some crappy eighties movie. What the hell did people do without cell phones and internet back then?”

“I have no idea. I’ll be home in a little while.”

Sadie took another bite of pretzel and chewed into the receiver.

“Bye,” she mumbled before she hung up.

I looked at Ty. “Let’s go.”

Chapter 4

I kicked off my sandals, the cool hardwood floor a welcome relief against my overheated feet. Depositing them in the closet, I hung my purse on the doorknob before returning to the living room. Ty's eyelids drooped, his breathing slowing as he drifted off to sleep, a soft snore escaping his lips. Sadie's mischievous giggle filled the room, adding a mysterious air to the scene.

We walked several blocks to my apartment building. I loved the heat, but I was uncomfortable and longed for the air conditioning. When I got upstairs, Sadie was lounging on the couch with the bag of pretzels between her legs. She threw them on the coffee table as we walked into the small entryway.

"Hey, Ty," Sadie greeted.

Ty crossed over to the couch, bending down to embrace Sadie. She shot me a sly glance before releasing him.

"You look like you're making yourself at home," Ty remarked, straightening up.

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