That, of course, was part of the problem; they couldn’t quite define what they had going on. Because they hadn’t had s*x, they weren’t f**k buddies. Yet they were definitely more than friends.
She got ready for work, finally able to button her pre-pregnancy jeans. All of the extra walks and sit-ups had done their job. Her midsection was still soft and flabby, but she felt good. Downstairs, she grabbed an apple to go. Just as she closed the fridge, the basement door opened.
“Hey,” Tommy called.
“Hey.”
“Going to work?”
“Yep.”
“How long are you going to keep working for Kai?”
She shrugged. “Till his mom is better, I guess.”
“What about school?”
She patted the bag hanging on her shoulder. “I have my laptop and I’m talking to counselors this week about what credits will transfer so I c
