Counting Down To Goodbye Novel

The day Roger took Anna to the banquet , I chose to work overtime at the office . Suddenly , a blue back support appeared on the window . Those hands swayed left and right as if announcing , " The Lord of Back Support has arrived ! Bow before me ! " Brian's clean , handsome face popped into view . He puckered his lips , signaling me to open the door . " Laura , look what I got you ! " " Ta - dah ! " " Just to be clear , I'm not sucking up to the boss . But seeing you so uncomfortable without proper back support , I took matters into my own hands . " I'd never told Brian I liked blue .

" Was it that hard to guess ? Your phone case , your pillow , your clothes and shoes - all blue . Even your ... " ་ ་ I smiled watching him ramble with intense seriousness , mirroring the boy from my memories . Roger's orphanage nickname was Loudspeaker for his nonstop chatter . When we sneaked to the back hill to pick unripe oranges , everyone 0.00 % 16:37 crept around - except him , standing tall . " Fear not ! I am the Orange Tree Deity . These trees shall yield their fruit to you ! " His booming voice got us caught , forcing us to wash dishes for the whole class .

Mom planted her hands on her hips , feigning anger . " These oranges were grown for you all ! But some greedy kittens insist on stealing everyone's share before they're ripe . That's wrong ! So ... you'll wash every child's plate today . " Though framed as punishment , Mom always rewashed the poorly cleaned dishes . I accepted the back support . " Thanks , Brian . Let me treat you to dinner -fair's fair . " Brian wore a triumphant grin as he shut down my computer and cleared my desk in one fluid motion . " Let's go ! Who volunteers for weekend overtime anyway ?

" I took Brian to the restaurant Roger and I frequented , only to find Roger hosting a staff dinner there . Seated at the head table , Roger slammed his wine glass upon seeing us . Crimson liquid mixed with shards splashed onto his pale fingers . Anna anxiously grasped his hand , dabbing the stain with her sleeve . Brian frowned . " Laura , maybe another place ? " 34.33 % 16:37 I knew Roger meant to provoke me , but I'm no saint - jealousy stung . " No need . We'll stay . " Brian piled food onto my plate , and I didn't refuse . " You eat too .

" He eagerly pushed a plate of shelled shrimp toward me . Embarrassed , I took his bowl and served him some in return . Two shrimp dropped while transferring . As I bent to retrieve them , Brian shielded the table corner . Sure enough , I bumped his hand rising . He chuckled . " Called it . " Roger witnessed the exchange . Abruptly standing , he announced , " Enjoy your meal . Bill it to me , " before striding out . Then his text arrived . " Come out . I'm waiting by the entrance . " 76.26 % Charles Hill Sara is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion.

She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland's breathtaking cold.