Clarissa Lincoln is a martini glass half full type. Heck, even when she slurps the last bits of icy vodka from the glass, she'll tell you it's plumb full!
Until a disaster of a night on New Year's Eve sends the daydreaming, serial dater spiraling as...
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"Are you sure this ain't too much, Rissa?" Ed asks worriedly.
"There's still room in the cart," I assure him.
"But we're only in the kitchen area. You said the kitchen, living room, and upstairs bathroom all need to be done," Ed points out.
"And we can't half-ass it! Conner can't see the beauty yet because he doesn't have the eye I do. Once I put my touch on things, he'll even like the wallpaper."
Ed chuckles as I survey the shelves. I spot a cute yellow vase and add it to the cart. The kitchen wallpaper has a green border with yellow sunflowers, so this will be a pretty touch. I make a mental note to grab some fresh flowers before we check out.
My phone goes off and I unlock it to find a text from Conner.
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"You'll see," I say as I put my phone away.
***
When Ed and I pull back up, a truck is leaving, and Conner is outside waiting for us. He's wiping a bit of sweat from his forehead, and his curly hair is all messy.
I climb out of the car, and Ed gets out, popping the trunk as he does. Conner heads towards the back of the vehicle along with Ed, and I hustle over to join them.
Conner looks so relaxed today. He's dressed down from his standard look and looks good in the jeans he's wearing. I see he's put on a hooded sweatshirt over the sweater he wore earlier. I follow the two of them to the back and giggle at the loud groan Conner lets out as he looks into the trunk.
"I'm not moving in here. How much stuff did you buy?"
He turns to look at me, and just as I am about to defend my very necessary purchases, I see something that stuns me. My mouth is agape as I step closer, squinting at that logo... it's faded, but I recognize it all too well.
"That sweatshirt. Where did you get that?" I manage to make words come out even as goosebumps start forming on the back of my neck.
"This?" he looks down and laughs. "It's an old printing company I worked for during college. The pay sucked, but they loved giving out crap with their logo on it. This is actually the older one. I lost the one I got my last year there."
