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OceanofPDF.com Chapter 18 Faith I survived Thanksgiving Day at my parents\u2019 house without Cole. I survived my mother\u2019s and Natalia\u2019s \u201cI told you so\u201d lectures. I survived breaking the news to Joey that Cole would no longer be living with us. I even survived feigning civility to Cole for Joey\u2019s sake when he would come to pick her up or drop her off.<\/p>\n

But I wasn\u2019t sure if I\u2019d survive Gabe\u2019s cold, no nonsense I\u2019m the boss demeanor ever since our almost kiss. I tried to tell myself it was the effects of the alcohol that night, but I knew it wasn\u2019t. I thought about him…a lot. Too much. In ways one shouldn\u2019t think about their boss. I wasn\u2019t sure if he was embarrassed.<\/p>\n

I wasn\u2019t sure if he was angry. I wasn\u2019t sure if he was feeling guilty. All I did know was he definitely wasn\u2019t having the same thoughts about me as I was having about him. In the two weeks that had passed, I had been initiated into the Gabe Samuels is a dick club.<\/p>\n

Like it or not. He barely spoke to me, choosing to correspond via email most of the time. His office door was shut more than it was open, and he even snapped at me a few times for minor mistakes. I knew he was under a lot of pressure to meet his deadline for the software he was rolling out in the beginning of the year. But something told me his intolerance had a lot more to do with what had happened the night before Thanksgiving and not the deadline he needed to meet.<\/p>\n

I\u2019d finally had enough. I wanted out of the club. I wanted things to be the way they were before Gabe got all freaked out over one stupid, meaningless kiss. Gabe had just come back from his morning meetings and was immersed in something on his computer screen. \u201cHey.\u201d I knocked lightly on his door. \u201cWhat\u2019s up?\u201d He gave me a quick scan before shifting his eyes to his computer.<\/p>\n

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author\u2019s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of Beth Rinyu, except for the use of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.<\/p>\n

Cover design by: Amy Queau Qdesign Editing by: Lawrence Editing Proofread by: Judy\u2019s Proofreading Formatting by: CP Smith OceanofPDF.com Also by Beth Rinyu: The Exception To The Rule Drowning In Love Blind Side Of Love An Unplanned Lesson An Unplanned Life A Cry For Hope A Will To Change Easy Silence When The Chips Are Down Two Of Hearts Straight To The Heart A Right To Remain For upcoming releases and book news be sure to keep in touch: Facebook: https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/BethRinyu\/ Twitter: https:\/\/twitter.com\/BethRinyuWriter OceanofPDF.com Dedication This book is dedicated to my favorite Marine \u2013 You did it, Stephan!<\/p>\n

I\u2019m so proud of you! \u201cI\u2019ll love you forever, I\u2019ll like you for always, as long as I\u2019m living my baby you\u2019ll be.\u201d ~ Robert Munsch OceanofPDF.com Chapter 1 Faith \u201cTell me again why we\u2019re at a senior community?\u201d my best friend Natalia scoffed. That was the same question I\u2019d been asking myself ever since Clarice Waverly, the eighty-nine-year-old woman whose house I cleaned on a weekly basis, asked me to host a sex toy party. Was I proud of my moonlighting profession? Sometimes. Actually, sometimes hosting one party for Frisky Business made me more money than a whole week of cleaning houses.<\/p>\n

You\u2019d be surprised by the things you\u2019d do when you\u2019re a twenty-five-year-old single mom trying desperately to make a better life for your child. Was I a bad person for ignoring the fact that Clarice was somewhat senile and probably hadn\u2019t a clue as to what she and her senior citizen friends were getting into tonight?<\/p>\n

Maybe. But, she was my seventh party of the month, which meant a two- hundred-fifty-dollar bonus. That was two hundred fifty dollars I could stack away and eventually put toward a better place to live for me and my five- year-old daughter, Joey. \u201cBecause that\u2019s what Mrs. Waverly wanted, so what was I supposed to tell her?<\/p>\n

No?\u201d I replied, taking my boxes from the trunk. \u201cFaith, you\u2019re going to gives these old ladies a heart attack with this stuff, and I\u2019m going to be an accomplice!\u201d \u201cWill you just be quiet and give me a hand!\u201d I snapped, heaving a box in her arms.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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