CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
After snatching a beer from his fridge, Jake shut the door with his hip. His other hand was holding his phone to his ear. “I’m glad you’re getting settled in, Alyssa. Boomer’s parents are great people, and I’m only a phone call away if you need me.”
“I know you are, Jake. And they’re very nice. I still can’t believe they offered to help me. It’s a little weird because they keep saying this is my home now, and I’m not a guest, but I still feel like I have to ask before I do anything or eat something.”
“That’ll pass after you all get used to each other.” He threw the bottle cap in the garbage pail and ambled to the living room, plopping down in the recliner he’d been moping in all day. The teenager’s call was the only positive thing that’d happened in the past two day
