“Hanging with my girl tonight.” I pointed to Grace.
He gave me a thumbs-up.
I tossed in my order, paid, and then caught up with Grace.
“Do you know everyone in every town?”
“He’s from Twin River. I don’t know why he’s working at an ice cream shop in Clover, though.”
“Hockey or track?”
“Soccer. He tried hockey one summer at a camp I was coaching at. He wasn’t any good.” I shrugged. “Did you get the special?”
“Chocolate explosion? Definitely. It looked too good to turn down.”
“Agreed.” I winked at her as we stood by the pickup line. “So…when can I takemy girlfriendon our first official date?”
Chapter Thirty-Three
Grace
PREACH: Excited about our date tomorrow?
ME: Maybe…
ME: ;)
PREACH: Maybe?
PREACH: Gonna be like that, huh?
ME: LOL!
ME: Why won’t you tell me what we’re doing?
ME: Or where we’re going?
PREACH: It’s a secret.
PREACH: ;)
ME: Fine, be that way!
A smile curved up on my face. No one had ever planned anything like this for me before.
PREACH: How’s the hand today?
ME: Fine.
I gulped through a wave of frustration boiling in my veins. Heidi worked my hand over hard yesterday in PT, and it was sore today. It’d been almost a month since the accident, and it seemed like the strength wasn’t returning very quickly. When I’d asked her about it, Heidi mentioned she was worried the nerves weren’t coming back as well as we’d hoped.
I couldn’t bring myself to say anything more about it to Preach, at least not over text. I had a call in to my recruiter to talk to him about everything. Dad had kept telling me to work hard but be prepared for a less-than-perfect hand.
Whatever that meant.
Didn’t matter. I’d get better, and I’d show everyone Iwouldhave a perfect hand again. Nothing would keep me out of the Air Force.
PREACH: Want to hear something exciting?