Jayson: A New Adult / Coming of Age Romance by Nicole Hughes Page A
Authors: Nicole Hughes
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Mom interjects. “When will it be airing so I can let my friends know to look out for it?”
I drag my attention back. “By the end of the week, it’ll be airing through the local cable network. Plus, we’ve got it up on our website,” I reply. “I expect business to pick up in a big way. I’ve hired some new laborers and new office staff in anticipation of that.”
There’s no point in prying into Kit’s personal life. Like I told Mom, just because I like her doesn’t mean she’s interested in me. Kit made it pretty clear the other night at the club that I’m not the sort of guy she can bring home to her mother. I can’t stop wondering if the rules will change with her moving out. What will it mean for me?
Chapter 10
KITRINA
“ O pen up , Kit! I know you’re in there!” The pounding at the door startles me out of my pity party, echoing through the empty house and bringing me back to my senses. At the sound of the familiar voice, I step out of the nearly finished guestroom I’d been surveying.
“Is that you, Grace? Just a minute!” I sniff hard and dash the telltale tears from my face, hoping my eyes aren’t as red as they feel as I move across the main living area of my new house to open the front door. I don’t want her to see I’ve been bawling my eyes out. This is supposed to be my dream come true, being out on my own. Yet all I’ve experienced so far is crippling fear of what might come next.
I swing open the door, stand there trying to look confident with a smile on my quivering lips. Grace pushes her shades up to her auburn hair and squints at me with dark brown eyes. “Girl, what happened? I got this bad feeling and called your house looking for you, and your mom said you moved out. Tell me you guys didn’t get into it about you arriving home late.”
“I wish I could, but you know Candace. That was a punishable offense in her book. Come on in. Make yourself at home. Sit wherever you like.”
“Kind of hard to do without any furniture,” Grace says with a gentle laugh. She eyes the pile of blankets in the corner of the living room that I slept on the night before, too nervous to sleep upstairs by myself in case somebody tried to break in. I have no security system, and this isn’t a gated neighborhood. It’s not a bad neighborhood, just not what I’m used to. Grace drags me into a hug. “Oh, honey, I’m so sorry this is happening to you.” Her brown arms close around my narrow shoulders, and I squeeze her back.
At that moment, the dam breaks and I start crying again. “It’s horrible, Grace. I walked in here last night thinking I had everything under control…until I got up this morning to take a shower and realized I didn’t have any soap or towels or anything. Not even toilet paper,” I wail.
Grace rubs my back, giggling. “You make it sound like all the toilet paper in the world is out. Luckily, I brought you a care package.” She pulls back and scans my face, and I feel a little ridiculous for blubbering. I swipe my eyes. “Come with me to my car,” she says. “I got you some stuff to make the move-in a little easier since I could tell from your mom’s tone that you didn’t leave on good terms.”
“Aw, you didn’t have to, Grace.” I peek through the open door at her car parked behind mine on the curbside in front of my place.
“I figured you were without some essentials. But, Kit, look at the bright side! There are endless possibilities ahead for you. I can see you decorating this place to the max! Candace won’t be able to control your every move any more. I know it’s scary, homie, but we’ve got this. I’m right by your side.”
“Thanks, chica-boom,” I mutter, drifting out the door to her car with her. Grace pops the trunk of her sedan to reveal bags of stuff for me: soap, tissue, toothpaste and other personal-size hygiene items. There are cleaning supplies. She even thought to pick up snack food. I squeal in delight at the sight of
I drag my attention back. “By the end of the week, it’ll be airing through the local cable network. Plus, we’ve got it up on our website,” I reply. “I expect business to pick up in a big way. I’ve hired some new laborers and new office staff in anticipation of that.”
There’s no point in prying into Kit’s personal life. Like I told Mom, just because I like her doesn’t mean she’s interested in me. Kit made it pretty clear the other night at the club that I’m not the sort of guy she can bring home to her mother. I can’t stop wondering if the rules will change with her moving out. What will it mean for me?
Chapter 10
KITRINA
“ O pen up , Kit! I know you’re in there!” The pounding at the door startles me out of my pity party, echoing through the empty house and bringing me back to my senses. At the sound of the familiar voice, I step out of the nearly finished guestroom I’d been surveying.
“Is that you, Grace? Just a minute!” I sniff hard and dash the telltale tears from my face, hoping my eyes aren’t as red as they feel as I move across the main living area of my new house to open the front door. I don’t want her to see I’ve been bawling my eyes out. This is supposed to be my dream come true, being out on my own. Yet all I’ve experienced so far is crippling fear of what might come next.
I swing open the door, stand there trying to look confident with a smile on my quivering lips. Grace pushes her shades up to her auburn hair and squints at me with dark brown eyes. “Girl, what happened? I got this bad feeling and called your house looking for you, and your mom said you moved out. Tell me you guys didn’t get into it about you arriving home late.”
“I wish I could, but you know Candace. That was a punishable offense in her book. Come on in. Make yourself at home. Sit wherever you like.”
“Kind of hard to do without any furniture,” Grace says with a gentle laugh. She eyes the pile of blankets in the corner of the living room that I slept on the night before, too nervous to sleep upstairs by myself in case somebody tried to break in. I have no security system, and this isn’t a gated neighborhood. It’s not a bad neighborhood, just not what I’m used to. Grace drags me into a hug. “Oh, honey, I’m so sorry this is happening to you.” Her brown arms close around my narrow shoulders, and I squeeze her back.
At that moment, the dam breaks and I start crying again. “It’s horrible, Grace. I walked in here last night thinking I had everything under control…until I got up this morning to take a shower and realized I didn’t have any soap or towels or anything. Not even toilet paper,” I wail.
Grace rubs my back, giggling. “You make it sound like all the toilet paper in the world is out. Luckily, I brought you a care package.” She pulls back and scans my face, and I feel a little ridiculous for blubbering. I swipe my eyes. “Come with me to my car,” she says. “I got you some stuff to make the move-in a little easier since I could tell from your mom’s tone that you didn’t leave on good terms.”
“Aw, you didn’t have to, Grace.” I peek through the open door at her car parked behind mine on the curbside in front of my place.
“I figured you were without some essentials. But, Kit, look at the bright side! There are endless possibilities ahead for you. I can see you decorating this place to the max! Candace won’t be able to control your every move any more. I know it’s scary, homie, but we’ve got this. I’m right by your side.”
“Thanks, chica-boom,” I mutter, drifting out the door to her car with her. Grace pops the trunk of her sedan to reveal bags of stuff for me: soap, tissue, toothpaste and other personal-size hygiene items. There are cleaning supplies. She even thought to pick up snack food. I squeal in delight at the sight of
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