Chapter Three
Recovery
Suite
Alex was
already at work in the empty pool when Rosalie got up the next morning. Rosalie
walked over to the pool, more confident since their conversation the night
before. Alex may not have gone out of her way to be friendly, but Rosalie no
longer felt disliked.
Alex was
wearing white painter’s overalls, rolling bright blue rubberized paint over the
curved side of the pool.
“Morning.”
Alex turned
around and looked up. “Morning,” she said with a smile. Alex’s smile was funny;
half the time, it looked like she was determined not to let her tough exterior
crack and was annoyed when something warranted a smile, and half the time, she
looked relieved to have something to smile about.
A beat
passed, and Rosalie was eager to fill it with conversation
