Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 92

GRACE

It’s been a really long time since I got two days off in a row. And on a weekend, no less. Normally, I will work overtime and take whichever shifts I’m assigned. But lately, my schedule has been improving.

More day shifts, fewer night.

I think perhaps the Director is worried over the fallout from Farah. The woman had attempted to strike me, and Gus filed a formal complaint with HR. I would not have done that and I’m thankful that he did. If nothing else, there is documentation from another worker that I was actually being harassed.

It’s probably the threat of a harassment lawsuit that has the Director giving me a better schedule. Once the cat was out of the bag with my prison sentence, it would’ve been clear to anyone who heard the gossip or who bothered to google me, that I am—was—an attorney.

Since I finally got some rare time off, Lina wanted to take me shopping.

We haven’t had a girls’ day out or a shopping trip in a long time. Me because I lack the time and the money, and Lina because my erratic schedule makes planning a shopping trip almost impossible.

As we stroll around the mall, I feel as if I’ve momentarily returned to the past when, before the accident, I was young and carefree.

I’d taken so many things for granted.

Money, time. Friendships. Her freedom.

Ava.

Gosh, I miss you, girl.

I feel something.

It’s like the slightest tickle of current running through my fingertips and along my spine. It’s a sensation—though much much stronger—that comes over me right before I would shift.

“Ava?”

“What’s wrong?” Lina asks.

“Just missing Ava.”

Lina hugs me to her. “It’s still early days. You were imprisoned and silver-poisoned for years.

Exactly.

Which means my wolf may not ever return to me.

I want to cry but I refuse to.

I’m going to appreciate each moment.

My life might not be so beautiful or easy or glamorous anymore, but it’s my life. And I’m not going to waste it on regrets or negativity.

Lina elbows my side. “All right, this has been going on for months now. Spill. What’s the deal with Jay? How much do you know about him now?”

Lina nudges me again.

“Where is he from, where’s his hometown? What kind of people are in his family? You know a lot of people can seem nice before they swindle someone.”

Right.

“Lina, if Jay was looking for someone to scam, he could find someone who actually had something to take. I’m poor. I have a dead-end job. I’ve neither money nor much going on with my career.”

Lina waves that away. “Tell me about his family.”

Jay doesn’t like to talk about his family. “I only know that his father has already passed away, and his mother seems to have left him. He didn't tell me anything else, and I didn't ask.”

"Are you dumb? That’s all you know? You should at least know what he used to do!" Lina says.

I disagree. "Why would I need to find out what he used to do? In the past, I thought I knew everything about Sean – everything from his family background to the schools he attended. I even remember his license plate and ID numbers very clearly. But in the end, what did it matter? I still couldn't see him for who he really was."

“Fair.” Lina bites her lip. "Sorry."

"What's there to be sorry about?" I laugh. "I know you're worried about me, but I really don't care about any of that anymore. Besides, if he doesn't want to tell me and I persist in asking, he may just make up some stories to conceal the truth, and I wouldn't be able to tell, so what's the point of asking?”

And that’s the one truth that sits in my stomach like concrete.

I might put forth a good front for Lina, and even for Jay.

But I don’t like that he has secrets.

I lie awake at night sometimes, thinking about how he had a whole life before I entered it.