It Must Have Been Love Read Online Free Page A
Author: Krissie LaBaye
would probably sleep through an earthquake unless I gave him a dig in the ribs.” Angie had suddenly got cold feet, and was in reality glad that Chris was sleeping. Before she had even fully sat on the uncomfortable looking chair next to Chris’s bed, she had already made up her mind that she needed to get her thoughts straight, and she couldn’t do that here. Half standing, half sitting, Angie felt compelled to make her excuses and leave in a hurry. “I think I might just go back home and take care of a few things.”
“Yes of course. I expect you need to make phone calls, contact family members, etc.”
“Chris has no family now, just me. But I will have to call his boss, who won’t be at all pleased,” Angie commented with a hint of bitterness as she screwed up her face.
“I gather you don’t like his boss?”
“No, I do not. Kenny Blackett is a hard-faced manager who hasn’t got a caring bone in his body. When Chris’ grandmother died, that callous cretin wanted Chris to fit her funeral around his shift schedule. He won’t care how badly hurt Chris is, he’ll only be concerned about when Chris will be back at work.” Angie was very bitter and she had good cause to be. Kenny Blackett knew that Chris needed to keep his job, and for years he had taken full advantage of that fact. Chris had put in more hours than anyone else at the store, he had spent most of the holidays working, and he did all the lousy evening shifts that nobody else wanted to do.
Angie and Chris had always planned to start their own business one day, but something always got in the way. Every time payday came around, they would put something aside in their savings. They knew they’d need substantial savings behind them to keep them afloat until their business took off. Boosting their savings was just one of the reasons why Chris worked so hard. Then the couple decided that having a family was more important and that the business could wait. Their business plans were temporarily put on hold but the saving continued, as they eagerly prepared to become parents. Before they knew it the years had flown by, the economy was in ruins, and businesses were closing every single day.
“Listen, you head off home and take care of things. Leave me your number and when Christopher wakes up I’ll give you a call. My shift ends around 7 p.m. this evening, but I’ll be back in around 8 o’clock in the morning. If you don’t hear from me before my shift ends then you know he’s still asleep. You can come back in to see him at any time, but if all goes well, he’ll probably be ready to be discharged sometime tomorrow. Try not to worry, I’m sure things will seem a whole lot better once hewakes up and he can tell you how he’s feeling.”
“Thanks, Louise, you’ve been so kind,” Angie smiled, “and you’re right too. I’m sure I’m worrying over nothing. I think I just need to keep myself busy, and there’s plenty of stuff to keep me busy at home.” It seemed to Angie that she had been blowing things all out of proportion, and by this time tomorrow the panic would be over for good. She still had to work out whether she should come out and ask Chris to stay with her until his broken bones healed, but there was plenty of time to talk about that tomorrow.
The walk back to the staircase was slower and much more relaxed. It gave Angie enough time to gather her thoughts and she decided that she would take the staircase, catch the bus home and take care of business.
Chapter Five
When Angie arrived back home she made herself a sandwich and a cup of coffee before turning on the TV and flopping onto the modern plush velvety black sofa. Next, reaching for the notepad and pen from the coffee table, she decided to make a list of things to do. She often found that the mere act of making a list focused the mind, and that prevented the imagination from working overtime. The first thing she would do was make the
“Yes of course. I expect you need to make phone calls, contact family members, etc.”
“Chris has no family now, just me. But I will have to call his boss, who won’t be at all pleased,” Angie commented with a hint of bitterness as she screwed up her face.
“I gather you don’t like his boss?”
“No, I do not. Kenny Blackett is a hard-faced manager who hasn’t got a caring bone in his body. When Chris’ grandmother died, that callous cretin wanted Chris to fit her funeral around his shift schedule. He won’t care how badly hurt Chris is, he’ll only be concerned about when Chris will be back at work.” Angie was very bitter and she had good cause to be. Kenny Blackett knew that Chris needed to keep his job, and for years he had taken full advantage of that fact. Chris had put in more hours than anyone else at the store, he had spent most of the holidays working, and he did all the lousy evening shifts that nobody else wanted to do.
Angie and Chris had always planned to start their own business one day, but something always got in the way. Every time payday came around, they would put something aside in their savings. They knew they’d need substantial savings behind them to keep them afloat until their business took off. Boosting their savings was just one of the reasons why Chris worked so hard. Then the couple decided that having a family was more important and that the business could wait. Their business plans were temporarily put on hold but the saving continued, as they eagerly prepared to become parents. Before they knew it the years had flown by, the economy was in ruins, and businesses were closing every single day.
“Listen, you head off home and take care of things. Leave me your number and when Christopher wakes up I’ll give you a call. My shift ends around 7 p.m. this evening, but I’ll be back in around 8 o’clock in the morning. If you don’t hear from me before my shift ends then you know he’s still asleep. You can come back in to see him at any time, but if all goes well, he’ll probably be ready to be discharged sometime tomorrow. Try not to worry, I’m sure things will seem a whole lot better once hewakes up and he can tell you how he’s feeling.”
“Thanks, Louise, you’ve been so kind,” Angie smiled, “and you’re right too. I’m sure I’m worrying over nothing. I think I just need to keep myself busy, and there’s plenty of stuff to keep me busy at home.” It seemed to Angie that she had been blowing things all out of proportion, and by this time tomorrow the panic would be over for good. She still had to work out whether she should come out and ask Chris to stay with her until his broken bones healed, but there was plenty of time to talk about that tomorrow.
The walk back to the staircase was slower and much more relaxed. It gave Angie enough time to gather her thoughts and she decided that she would take the staircase, catch the bus home and take care of business.
Chapter Five
When Angie arrived back home she made herself a sandwich and a cup of coffee before turning on the TV and flopping onto the modern plush velvety black sofa. Next, reaching for the notepad and pen from the coffee table, she decided to make a list of things to do. She often found that the mere act of making a list focused the mind, and that prevented the imagination from working overtime. The first thing she would do was make the
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