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lowed, so I’m not used to it. Needless to say, my entire body is rigid right now from the shock of feeling an embrace.
It’s not a big deal. As long as he doesn’t make a habit of it.
He’s so short that I have to look down to see him, and he’s grinning up at me.
“This is the best thing this town has had happen to it since the carnival opened up five years ago and saved us from slowly fading into nothing. This place is incredible, and the bar will definitely be a large draw. You’ve done amazing,” he praises, his eyes oozing excitement and sincerity.
Looking around, a slow smile curls my lips. The lanes are pristine, beautiful, and ready to be played on. The arcade near the back is stocked with all the basics for teens and adults to enjoy. The bar is gorgeous and wide, making sure to allow plenty of room for people to pop in, place an order, and return to their lanes with their friends, while they wait on someone to serve their drinks to them.
All in all, it’s exactly like Hunter promised it would be. I love him for handling the renovations on this place, even though it was extremely out of his comfort zone. This renovation, unlike the one he’s doing on my house, I did pay for. I paid him damn well, even though he didn’t want me to actually pay him since he didn’t technically do the difficult task of designing. He also never came down here to handle it personally.
However, he’s the one who tracked down everything on my list and found a way to make it work via phone calls with contractors and workers. I’m glad he’s finally going to get to see his handiwork in person.
“Can I ask what made you buy this old run-down bowling alley and breathe new life into it?” Whit asks.
She’s my floor manager. She’s in charge of handling any issues that arise out here, while also keeping tabs on the employees. Chuck is my office manager, in charge of payroll, balancing the books, scheduling, hiring and so much more.
Her question hits a spot inside me that I don’t want to be opened up.
“Just trying to get some closure,” I say quietly, marveling at the amazing transformation. Hunter should have been paid more.
“This is the most productive, healthiest way to seek closure, Mika. Do you understand? You could become legendary if we can fix you. The scientific and psychological community would be in awe of your abilities to cope with the damage your mind has sustained. You’re already making progress no one ever expected. We don’t have to sedate you as often anymore. In another five years, who knows how normally you’ll be able to function.”
Normal… I just want to be normal again. It’s all I want.
“I’ll do whatever it takes,” I say around a choked sob, giving up the fight against the restraints. “Whatever it takes.”
“Closure?” Chuck and Whit ask in unison.
Shaking my head from my thoughts, I turn to face them. This is not the healthiest way to seek closure. Not healthy at all. Dr. Kravitz would be furious. But Dr. Stein is on my side, at least. She agrees I need this, even if it isn’t healthy.
“Unfinished business. This actually feels really good to see. I can’t wait for the grand opening.”
Whit’s smile blooms across her face, only adding to the fact she’s insanely beautiful. If she wasn’t so nice, I’d have to hate her.
A horn blows outside, and Whit glances through the doors. “Oh crap. I have to go finish my last shift at the diner. My ride’s here.”
I glance through the front glass doors to see the shiny red Ford that is jacked up on huge wheels and tires. You can tell I’m in Hayden. Big trucks. Big tires. Big boys with big toys.
The guy sitting behind the wheel is holding his phone to his ear, blocking most of the view of his face, but I can see tattoos running down the length of his arm and crawling up his neck. I can even see the scruff on his jaw, and it’s a good look on him.
Of course Whit would have a sexy bad boy. Personally, I’ve always preferred the sweeter guys. Then again, even the sweet ones are just assholes in disguise.
Snapping my gaze back to her, I force a smile. “I’ll see you next weekend,” I tell her.
She squeals a little. “Can’t wait.”
She jogs toward the doors, and I watch as she climbs the beast of a truck to get in the passenger side. The guy doesn’t even lower his phone as he wheels away, never once glancing in the direction of the bowling alley. For some unknown reason, I continue to stare as if gravity demands it.
Hayden may already be messing with my head.
Chapter 4
CHASE
“Are you seriously not coming to the grand opening tonight?” Whit groans, following me through the house as I search for my elusive belt. The hell did I do with it?
“Nope,” I tell her, cursing when I get desperate enough to start searching under couch cushions.
