Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
I glance at the screen and see a missed call from JW. I also see a text from Sienna.
Sienna: Hey, do you have a few minutes to talk later tonight?
Me: Sure. I’ll come to you around 7?
Sienna doesn’t respond, and since the text came in a while ago, I don’t expect to hear from her right away. I do something out of the ordinary for me: I drop the phone in the cupholder and head back to my place. Plans are dropping perfectly in my lap. Now it’s time to make the rest of them come together, and I won’t stop until I’ve got Sienna back in my arms.
EIGHT
SIENNA
I take a break from working. My back, arms, and neck are killing me. Genny worked right alongside me the entire time. The only break either of us took was to eat, drink, or a bathroom break. As much as I wanted to look at my phone every spare moment, I didn’t.
“I’m done for the day,” Genevieve declares, dropping her paint brush in a cleaning solution. She has paint splotches all over here hands and face. I’m probably not much better with the wheel spinning and adding more clay to the mix when needed.
“I think I will be, too. We have time, right?” I ask, worried about when the pre-order will be dropped for the fall line of coffee mugs.
“Yep. This whole week is yours. Rome wasn’t built in a day, and if the customers revolt, I’ll handle them.” This time, it’s my eyebrows that lift to my forehead. “Okay, fine, I’ll make a statement online. There’s no actual having to carry a sword or anything of the sort.”
“I’d buy you a sword and shield if it came to that and slay the dragons right alongside of you.” Through thick and thin, I’ll always be there for Genny, and without a doubt, she’d do the same for me. She’d conquer her fears of large crowds and public speaking in order to help me.
“Right back atcha. Let's clean up. Also, your phone has been going off non-stop. Might want to check that out.” For a moment, worry consumes me. Amos doesn’t really care for texting. He’ll call, and Genny knows to interrupt my work should a call come through.
“Shit, alright, let me clean up a little first. No use in ruining a perfectly new phone again.” I’m still on Amos’ cell phone plan. He refuses to let me go out on my own. He goes as far as to say Mom and Dad would have us on their plan till the end of time. The only problem I’ve had is my tendency to break my phones, and I’ve yet to let the cat out of the bag on what I’m doing with Genny. Soon enough, I’ll spill the beans. The only reason I haven’t yet is because this is the first big launch where a pre-order is necessary. We’ve finally broken even on what we’ve spent to get started, and besides the basics of the warehouse and monthly overhead, we’re making money. Which means it’s time for me to really talk to my brother.
“Yeah, another phone issue might be pushing it. I’m not sure how you’ve managed to be allowed to have insurance on any phone at this point,” Genevieve points out. Are three phones in less than a year bad? I feel like in high school, kids were getting new phones left and right because of an accident. Sure, I’m an adult now, but until I started making pottery, I’ve been pretty successful at keeping my phones till they died.
“Now you sound like Amos.” I’ve had to do some quick thinking on how I’ve managed to ruin phone after phone. Luckily, riding my horse, Lucy, helped come up with one excuse. The other two, well, that’s an entirely different story. I sat through a long and lengthy lecture just last month about how I need to be more careful. It’s Amos’ way of saying he cares, but he’s also still a big brother at heart.
“Stop bringing up your brother if you don’t want me to drool over him.” Genny rolls her eyes and acts like she’s unaffected by my brother. I’m sensing something is going to happen between them if, you know, my brother could ever quit being such a workaholic.
“Nope, I’ll bring him up as often as I want.” I stick my tongue out at her and then head to the restroom to wash my hands. I’m antsy as hell, wanting to grab my phone and see what all the fuss is about. Except another conversation isn’t what I want, and I need my phone to be operable now more than ever. The minute Genevieve puts our store to live again with the pre-orders shipping out, I’ll need to step in and help.