A Controller's Destiny (Unit Matched #3) Read Online Free Page B

doesn’t touch me.
    I give up. This night is a complete bust and I need to focus on the fact I’m going to work on Monday. I strip out of my clothes and crawl in bed. I shut out everything and drift into sleep.

Chapter 3
    Hello, I’m Mrs. Centers
     
    Graham spent Saturday with Thaddeus and Oliver. They worked out and then had a guy’s night. He spent the evening at Xaviera and Thaddeus’s playing video games all night. I heard Graham come in during the middle of the night.
    Sunday, I went with Xaviera and Amaya and had a spa day. I had a pedicure, manicure, and facial. It was exactly what I needed. Before I ever got into the car, I told them I didn’t want to talk about Friday night, and they never said a word.
    I saw Graham for a few moments Sunday evening before he went to help his brother. They were rebuilding an old car together. Again, I didn’t hear him come in until late.
    I wake Monday morning and nerves have me bouncing off the walls. I make sure I have the perfect outfit laid out. I yell at my hair for being too straight and my makeup for not bringing out my hazel eyes out more.
    I rush downstairs and stop in my tracks seeing Graham making breakfast.
    “I figured you can’t go to work without some sustenance,” he smiles.
    “Um…” I don’t know what to say. I had no clue he could cook. Now, I’m looking at an omelet and hash browns. “Thank you, Graham.”
    “You’re welcome, Shorty.” He walks over to me and hugs me. We have hugged on a few other occasions but they were short and quick. This time he holds me. I wrap my arms around his waist and inhale his scent.
    “I’ve got to head to work. I’ll see you tonight.” He releases me and leaves me in the kitchen.
    My heart pounds as I watch him head toward the front door. A smile is plastered on my face as I sit down and eat the delicious food he made. When I put everything into the dishwasher, I notice a brown bag with a yellow post-it sitting on the counter.
     
    For my Shorty
     
    Graham made me a lunch for work. I close my eyes because I don’t want the tears to ruin my makeup. It’s sweet that he thought of me like this. I take another deep breath and head out the door.
     
    ~~~
     
    The girls I had in the morning were good groups. They listened to everything I said and seemed to actually care about math. Although, they weren’t too pleased about the homework.
    I went down to the teacher’s lounge to have lunch and saw a few other teachers in there as well. Everyone knew who I was, and I knew them. In the Unit, we all know each other.
    “How is your first day?” Mrs. Parker asks.
    “It’s going really well. I’m still a little nervous.”
    “That will go away soon,” she smiles.
    I open my bag and see that Graham made me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, apple slices, and veggie chips.
    “Aw, did Graham pack your lunch?” Mrs. Jackson, a Royal and English teacher, asks me.
    I smile and feel my cheeks heat up.
    “I remember when John used to that.” She looks at me with motherly eyes.
    “You’re lucky, Gia.” Mrs. Parker stirs her soup. “When David and I first lived together after our decision period, we didn’t even stay in the same bedroom.”
    “What?” I stare at her with an open mouth.
    “Nope. It took us almost a whole year to warm-up to each other.”
    “Not John and I.” Mrs. Jackson giggles. “I was pregnant before our decision period was over.”
    I listen to Mrs. Jackson’s stories before she leaves to get ready for her next class. I want to hear more about Mrs. Parker’s story, but I don’t know how to approach it. I know I will never ask her anyway because it wouldn’t be polite.
    “Gia,” Mrs. Parker smiles again. “If you need anything else, let me know.”
    “Thank you.” I throw away my trash and head back to the classroom.
    Before the bell, I grab my cell phone to text Graham only to see that he’s texted me.
    Graham: I hope you’re having a great day.
    Me: I am. Thank you for my