Page 30 of Rescue Renovations


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“No, I forgot. Our schedules are so crazy that I can’t keep it straight. Thankfully the new girl seems like she’s going to work out great and I just found out they are going to post at least one more opening, if not two.”

“Fucking finally. I love this job, but I can’t handle these swing shifts much longer. And I know you know what I mean because you weren’t supposed to start until three today, but you were here at noon. Which just means, you had a few less hours staring at that fresh man meat of yours.” I can’t help but laugh at my ridiculous best friend.

“I didn’t see him at all today. I surprisingly slept past seven this morning and he had to take Penny for her follow up X-ray, so he wasn’t there. It’s okay, though. Dad invited him and Reid to the cookout tomorrow, so I’ll get to see plenty of both him and Penny.”

“Mmmm, you should’ve started off this conversation that we would have prime eye candy to check out tomorrow. Not that I don’t absolutely love your family, but that’s just icing on the cake. Speaking of cake, what can I bring with me tomorrow and what time is this shindig starting?”

“You don’t have to bring anything. You know dad will have the grill covered, Spencer the sides, and Emerson the sweets.”

“Hmmm… I know you’re right, but I hate showing up empty handed. Do your dad and sisters still love that local brew from the Tavern?”

“They sure do. And it’s also Cash’s favorite, too. So that would probably be the best thing you could bring.”

“Alrighty, then. Beer for you heathens and I will grab some wine and maybe some seltzers for me and whoever else would like to indulge in something with a finer taste.”

I’m just about to argue how delicious and complex the Tavern’s beer is when we get the call for an incoming trauma.

“Alright people, you know the drill. Let’s get everything we can stocked up in the next three minutes so we can provide the best care these patients deserve!” Looks like Landon and I will have to catch up later.

Damn, did last night’s shift kick my ass. I’m glad I changed out of my scrubs and rinsed off at the hospital before I came home. I walked in and literally face planted on my bed. I must’ve crawled under the covers at some point, but I don’t remember that. I forgot to plug my phone into my charger, so I have no idea what time it even is.

Plugging my phone in, I decide the only way my body isn’t going to feel wrecked the whole weekend is to go take a soak in my hot tub. I check the clock on the microwave and see that it’s 8:30. I have plenty of time to soak and to even run a few errands, but I may leave that until tomorrow. I feel like today is a great day to just unwind and worry about adulting tomorrow.

After soaking for a bit, I head in and get ready to head to my dad’s. It’s going to be hot today, so I think a cute sundress is in order. I do my hair in two bubble braids and dab on some mascara. I don’t bother with anything else because I’ll just sweat it off.

I decide that today is the perfect day to take over the corn hole boards that I made for Dad as an early birthday present. His birthday isn’t until October, but the weather in Pennsylvania is so unpredictable that I figured I could give it to him early. Emerson painted dad’s favorite sports team on the boards and Spencer sewed the bags. I can sew, but if we want them to stay together, that job was better left to Spencer.

I roll the windows down, crank up the music and make the quick drive to dad’s. If I didn’t have his present, I’d probably just walk over. I texted Landon before I left to let him know I would be there and to come over when he wanted. It was still only 10:30, so I figured I wouldn’t hear from him for at least another half an hour.

I pull up to dad’s and find Spencer weeding the flower bed. Mom’s flower bed was her pride and joy. She loved spending hours out in our yard weeding and planting all kinds of flowers. That’s why all of us girls have a flower for a middle name. She said if Dad got to pick the first name that would work for a boy or a girl, she would get the middle name and choose something from nature that would fit.

Dad would religiously work on her flower beds when she got sick and once she died, but at some point, us girls took over. We all spent time with our hands in the dirt tending to one of the things mom loved. Dad knew that when I showed up and went to work on her flowers, chances are I had a rough shift at work. Getting my hands dirty grounded me and brought me a sense of calm that not many other things could.

“Hey, ho! How long have you been at it?” Spencer just laughs and shakes her head at my greeting. We all have zero filter, and our terms of endearment are not those of normal siblings, but it’s our thing and we love it.

“Only about half an hour. Do you think you want to join me?”

“Definitely. Just let me go in and say hi to Dad. Is Emerson here yet?”

“No, she texted us and said she had an emergency call and went into the shop for a little bit. She promised she won’t be long.”

“Huh, okay. I honestly don’t know where my phone is. Only downfall of a dress without pockets.” I tug at my dress to show my annoyance of no pockets. It really is not fair.

“Ain’t that the truth?”

I plop down beside Spence and start to work on some weeds. We’ve been tending the flowers for so long that there really isn’t any space to plant new flowers at this point. This may be one of my favorite things. Maybe it’s because she’s the oldest, but Spencer doesn’t feel the need to fill the empty space with nonsense. Emerson keeps us entertained with a constant stream of talking, but she’s so bubbly and happy, that it’s never an annoyance. But this silence with Spence, I crave it.

We make it about ten minutes before I break the silence. “So Sis, only a few weeks until school starts. Are you getting excited?”

“Eh, yes and no.”

“Why no? I don’t think I’ve ever known you to not be excited for the first day of school, and that includes whether you were the student or the teacher.”

“Brant and Jasmine moved in together and they’re expecting, like very expecting.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. You mean that douche canoe knocked up the knock off Barbie while you two were engaged? I’m going to fucking cut his balls off to make sure that’s the only spawn he can create.”

“Whoa, Chayse. There will be no assault happening. Besides, you already know he was cheating on me.”

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