CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR
London
I’m sure the three of them will have a good time. I know Afton won’t do anything to make them uncomfortable.
“London,” Scott calls out.
“Oh, hey, Scott.”
“Whatcha up to?”
“I have to run some errands,” I tell him.
“Mind if I tag along?”
“No, jump in.” He’s always seemed weird, like off, and most definitely clingy, but he’s not a bad guy. Weird, like “a recluse that only stays in and plays chess with his cat” weird. We ride in silence for a bit, then I ask him, “How did your bank job work out?”
“Good. I’m a stock trader now, upper office with a view.”
“That’s awesome,” I tell him honestly.
“You’re retired now?”
“Yeah, I own the gym in town, coaching others to their dreams.”
“I bet you’re really good at it.”
“Thanks, I try.”
“Look, about that date . . . I was nervous,” he admits.
“It’s not your fault,” I say as I pull up to the grocery store. “I was in a bad place.”
“I know you’re on a dating show, but maybe we could just be friends,” he suggests.
“Sure. Come on, I have to grab a feast.” I nudge him toward the store.
“Oh, for the dinner tomorrow.” He inclines his head.
“Yeah.”
“Shane is a really good cook.” He glances at me out the corner of his eye as we walk. “I wish I had one on hand at my apartment.”
“Wait. If you have a job, why are you here?”
“Trading isn’t as glamourous as people think,” he says with a shrug. “I needed a job while I do my other online, but I need the extra income.”
“Gotcha.” I nod, pulling out the list.
He grabs a cart, and we meander through the aisles as I toss things in.
“Lots of food,” he says.
“You haven’t met some of the guys. They eat a lot.”
“You put away two steaks at that bar.” He snorts out a laugh.
“I was still working out twice a day and fighting. Now, I just eat one.”