Finaly My Heart's Desire (Meant for Me Book 2) Read Online Free
Author: Brooke St. James
feel funny inside. I tried not to show it and smiled when Carly glanced at me.
"That's really sweet of her," I said. "I know they'll be happy to have her around."
My initial instinct was to blame my mother for not asking me to do it first, but that was ridiculous. I knew she and Thomas would love to have me volunteer, and I just never made myself available. It was my own fault.
"Forgive me if I'm babbling and you don't care to hear any of this news," Carly said, glancing at me apologetically. "But while we're on the subject of new positions… your brother just hired Trish's boyfriend's brother to do concrete with him."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I was talking to Shane about his brother, and his story sort of pulled at my heartstrings, so I told Micah about it, and he hired him on the spot." She glanced at me smiling proudly.
"Why'd he need a job?" I asked, wondering what she meant by the pulled at my heartstrings comment. "Does he have problems or something?"
"Oh, I forgot you went to the bathroom when Trish was talking about him tonight." She paused and glanced at me, "Yeah, Shane's brother was in the Navy. He was in some special-forces unit or something. Anyway, he was in rehab for a long time and just got home like two weeks ago. He was honorably discharged with injuries, but Shane said he's got some issues. I think he wasn't too hip on working anywhere or doing anything until he met Micah. He's gonna try it out next week and see if it'll work out."
"What's wrong with him?"
"Physically he walks with a little limp, but you can't see any scars or anything… at least not with his clothes on."
"And mentally?" I asked.
Carly shrugged as if that was something she was curious about as well. "I think he probably has PTSD. Shane doesn't say much about it, but I know he was relieved that Micah was willing to work with him."
"You think he's dangerous?" I asked, worried for my brother.
She shook her head. "No, Shane's a good guy, and he said Brock would never cause anybody any harm. He's just been through a lot."
I was about to say something about my friend, Chelsea's, uncle who had issues with PTSD, but my phone began to vibrate in my purse. I picked it up to see that it was Robin.
"I should take this," I said to Carly.
She gave me an understanding nod and smile as I pressed the button to take the call and held the phone to my ear.
"Hey," I said.
"Where are you?" he asked.
"I'm with Carly."
There was a long pause, and then he sighed. "Emily, why is there an application to C.C.'s bookstore on your table?"
"Are you at my apartment?" I asked.
"What other table would I be referring to?"
"I thought you were hanging out with Ted and Jason tonight."
"We came by your place to see if you were home." His voice turned to a whisper when he said, "I'm throwing away this piece of crap job application." Then his voice went back to normal volume. "What time are you gonna be home?"
His statement made me feel angry and defensive. I figured he wouldn't love the idea of me getting a job, but I couldn't believe he said he was going to throw the application away. "I'll just have to pick up another one," I said stubbornly, though in a happy tone so Carly wouldn't pick up on any tension.
"What'd you say?" he asked.
"I said I'll be home in a little while. I'll probably see you tomorrow, though, since you have plans with Ted and Jason."
"Did you say you'll have to pick up another one?" he asked. In a calm, measured, but obviously annoyed tone.
"We'll talk about it tomorrow, Robin. Have fun tonight, okay?"
"We won't talk about it because you don't need a job, Emily. End of conversation."
"Carly's right here," I said, feeling embarrassed. "I can call you when I get home. Have fun tonight. I'll see you tomorrow." Then I added, "Love you!" in an effort to appease him and distract from my awkward phone conversation.
"What time will you be here?" he asked again.
"Probably within an hour," I said.
He sighed and hung up. Robin had mentioned
"That's really sweet of her," I said. "I know they'll be happy to have her around."
My initial instinct was to blame my mother for not asking me to do it first, but that was ridiculous. I knew she and Thomas would love to have me volunteer, and I just never made myself available. It was my own fault.
"Forgive me if I'm babbling and you don't care to hear any of this news," Carly said, glancing at me apologetically. "But while we're on the subject of new positions… your brother just hired Trish's boyfriend's brother to do concrete with him."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I was talking to Shane about his brother, and his story sort of pulled at my heartstrings, so I told Micah about it, and he hired him on the spot." She glanced at me smiling proudly.
"Why'd he need a job?" I asked, wondering what she meant by the pulled at my heartstrings comment. "Does he have problems or something?"
"Oh, I forgot you went to the bathroom when Trish was talking about him tonight." She paused and glanced at me, "Yeah, Shane's brother was in the Navy. He was in some special-forces unit or something. Anyway, he was in rehab for a long time and just got home like two weeks ago. He was honorably discharged with injuries, but Shane said he's got some issues. I think he wasn't too hip on working anywhere or doing anything until he met Micah. He's gonna try it out next week and see if it'll work out."
"What's wrong with him?"
"Physically he walks with a little limp, but you can't see any scars or anything… at least not with his clothes on."
"And mentally?" I asked.
Carly shrugged as if that was something she was curious about as well. "I think he probably has PTSD. Shane doesn't say much about it, but I know he was relieved that Micah was willing to work with him."
"You think he's dangerous?" I asked, worried for my brother.
She shook her head. "No, Shane's a good guy, and he said Brock would never cause anybody any harm. He's just been through a lot."
I was about to say something about my friend, Chelsea's, uncle who had issues with PTSD, but my phone began to vibrate in my purse. I picked it up to see that it was Robin.
"I should take this," I said to Carly.
She gave me an understanding nod and smile as I pressed the button to take the call and held the phone to my ear.
"Hey," I said.
"Where are you?" he asked.
"I'm with Carly."
There was a long pause, and then he sighed. "Emily, why is there an application to C.C.'s bookstore on your table?"
"Are you at my apartment?" I asked.
"What other table would I be referring to?"
"I thought you were hanging out with Ted and Jason tonight."
"We came by your place to see if you were home." His voice turned to a whisper when he said, "I'm throwing away this piece of crap job application." Then his voice went back to normal volume. "What time are you gonna be home?"
His statement made me feel angry and defensive. I figured he wouldn't love the idea of me getting a job, but I couldn't believe he said he was going to throw the application away. "I'll just have to pick up another one," I said stubbornly, though in a happy tone so Carly wouldn't pick up on any tension.
"What'd you say?" he asked.
"I said I'll be home in a little while. I'll probably see you tomorrow, though, since you have plans with Ted and Jason."
"Did you say you'll have to pick up another one?" he asked. In a calm, measured, but obviously annoyed tone.
"We'll talk about it tomorrow, Robin. Have fun tonight, okay?"
"We won't talk about it because you don't need a job, Emily. End of conversation."
"Carly's right here," I said, feeling embarrassed. "I can call you when I get home. Have fun tonight. I'll see you tomorrow." Then I added, "Love you!" in an effort to appease him and distract from my awkward phone conversation.
"What time will you be here?" he asked again.
"Probably within an hour," I said.
He sighed and hung up. Robin had mentioned
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