Loving a Man Who Forgot Me Novel Chapter 60
“I forgot to ask in class, but is it okay if I crash at your place tonight? With Mom and Dad out of town, I’ve been staying with Jordan, but it’s like his grandma’s eightieth birthday or something.
His family is having a party, and I just feel weird intruding, even though they said it was no problem. If not, it’s cool. I’m sure your parents or Uncle Shane will let me, I just thought I might be able to convince you to help me study for my history quiz.
I really want to make my teacher proud,” he grinned that charming McCabe grin. I laughed. “I see how it is. Of course you can stay, and I’ll gladly help you study, but I’m not letting you look at the quiz questions early.”
“It was worth a try, but I’ll settle for the study help. Maybe you can even help me with my English assignment since you’re such a big book nerd and we’re reading The Great Gatsby.” “Ooh, Gatsby,” I said excitedly.
“I figured you were a fan. You always had your nose in a book whenever you were at the house and Abel was in Dad’s studio working on music.” “Yeah,” I said softly, trying not to follow the trail down Memory Lane.
“Anyways, practice should be over around five-thirty. I’ve already got my stuff, so I’ll just head over when it’s done.” “Pizza alright for dinner?”
“As long as you’re ordering it and not trying to make it yourself.” A scowl pinched my brow. “I’ve gotten better at cooking.” “You mean since that time you and Abel set my parents’ kitchen on fire?”
I rolled my eyes. “That was a one-time accident.” “Uh-huh. Don’t worry, I’m not going to go telling everyone you’re a terrible cook. Besides, Coach must know by now, so you’ve got no one you have to fool or impress.”
“Whatever, I’m ordering the pizza. You have nothing to worry about.” McCabe! You coming?” Some of his buddies had stopped on their way to the football field.
“Better get going before Coach makes you run extra laps. In fact, I might text him and tell him you were trouble in class today just so he does run you extra hard.” With a chuckle Aiden backed away. “You wouldn’t. You love me too much.”
Then he turned and jogged toward his teammates. “I’m texting him right now!” I hollered. He threw up a hand over his head in a wave.
I climbed in my car and headed toward home. On the drive, the radio station I regularly listened to was giving away tickets to the Rebel Cry concert in two weeks, and I laughed to myself. Of course they were.
Haunted came on once they’d awarded the tickets to the lucky seventh caller. As I listened to Abel’s voice sing about burning down the past and setting all his memories on fire, I wondered, not for the first time, which memories haunted him the most.
Which ones did he want to pour whiskey all over and take a match to? I reached for the radio dial and changed the station. I couldn’t bring myself to finish listening to the song about the girl with the storm-cloud eyes who haunted his dreams. Not today.