Chapter 9
CHRIS
Bless her heart. Ros doesn’t speak another word the entire trip.
Until we’ve reached the event shop, she just sits quietly.
In the meantime, our cab drops us off in front of the event shop and Ros tosses her purse over her shoulder, hauling ass. We made the short walk to the shop in silence.
As we reach the entrance, she squints up at the dark sky. The rain has slowed a bit.
“My mother is going to spit frisbees if the weather stays this way. I’m hoping these last-minute decorations will make her forget all about the potential dreariness,” she says.
I’m standing beside her. I smile as I pull the door open and give her a knowing smile.
She jerks her head up and groans.
“Don’t worry,” I say reassuringly. “We’ll pick some things up, grab a bite to eat and I’ll show you
