Chapter 3Arlo slapped on a grin before looking at Holly as he tied the dark gray half apron around his hips. His stomach grumbled, but he ignored it. When he tried to eat, the bite would grow in his mouth until it was too big to swallow.
“Did you manage to unpack yesterday?” Holly touched his arm as she walked past, making him tense and step away. He was usually more careful to keep his distance.
Frowning, he pursed his lips. “Yeah. I don’t have much.”
“You want to go furniture shopping later? Hey, I saw this.” She dove for one of the glossy interior magazines lying on one of the tables. “It would be so cool.” The cover showed a room decorated in white and gray, and Arlo sighed.
“I don’t have any money. I’ll have to wait until payday.”
“Oh…But look at this—” She didn’t get any further
