“Yes, you, too.” He waited for her to hang up, then put the phone down on the coffee table.
So this was it. Come the end of the year, he’d be down one job. He’d need to find another one sometime soon, maybe another part-time one he could put on top of the deli job.
God, what a mess.
Right now, though, he needed to change out of his work clothes.
Once he’d showered and dressed, Grayson went into the kitchen to heat some water for tea.
When the water boiled, he sat down with a cup of tea and his laptop at the kitchen table.
He was already making one of the lowest student loan payments possible, the one that meant it would take him at least thirty years to pay it off. Would they even let him take a lower payment plan? Or was he going to have to cut money from somewhere else? Maybe he’d
