About Tomorrow - Abbi Glines Page 0,11
have listened to us enough to know we weren’t a couple and were ready to make their move on Creed.
“Excuse me but I need to know,” the brunette asked, looking directly at me. “Are you Sailor Copeland?” she asked. The other girl was looking at me now too.
This wasn’t new. I was used to this, in Nashville. It had never happened in New England. I’d loved that about coming here in the summers. I opened my mouth to respond, but Creed spoke first.
“Who?” he asked.
The brunette looked more unsure now than she had before. She studied me again then glanced at him. “Sailor Copeland. Denver Copeland’s daughter,” she said, and I saw a couple people turn to look at us. Crap.
“Whose Denver Copeland?” Creed asked.
The girl looked at him like he was crazy. “The country singer, CMA entertainer of the year, several times over,” she said the words like he should know this.
He laughed loudly then and nudged my arm. “Does your pops sing, Nyx?” he asked me.
I wasn’t used to denying who I was. Not because I wanted attention but because I was a terrible liar. However, a few of the other people who had turned to look at us had turned away now. Creed was a much better liar than me.
I shook my head but didn’t say anything for fear I’d mess up this ruse.
“Last I checked her pops sat at a desk all day balancing books,” he told the girl then flashed a smile that I was sure could melt any female in a hundred-mile radius. She turned her attention to him then and gave him a seductive smile.
“I’m Sierra,” she told him.
“Dan,” he replied with a nod. The line moved then and it was their turn. “Better order up,” he told her then winked.
He had her so flustered she forgot her order and her friend kept giggling. I shot him a grateful smile and waited for them to get their order in so we could finally make ours. Before they moved out of the way the blonde turned around and handed “Dan” a napkin. “Call me,” she said then licked her lips before walking over to the pickup window. The extra sway to her hips as she walked was slightly over the top.
Creed ordered for everyone but me and I added my request for an avocado with over easy egg bagel. He pulled out a card to pay and I handed him my debit card. He shook his head. “I got this.”
Frowning, I put my card away but didn’t like him paying for everyone’s meal. “I’ll pay you back for ours at the apartment. I don’t have cash on me right now.”
He didn’t respond and when we moved over to the pickup window, the girls had already gotten their food and had to move out of the cramped area. Creed took his cup and went to get some of their coffee. I doubted theirs was any better than the coffee at the apartment. I didn’t say anything though. Standing in line at a coffee house was the last thing I wanted to do.
On our walk back to the apartment, Creed was quiet. He didn’t mention the girls or his covering up my identity. The silence no longer felt awkward. It was comfortable. I welcomed it. We had talked enough. When we arrived at the house their apartment was in, he opened the door for me to go inside.
“Thanks,” I said.
“Here, take these,” he replied, handing me the bag.
I took the bag and he reached inside to take out his bagel. Once he had his, he said “Later.” Then let the door close before he walked away. That was odd.
I took the food up to the hungry med students and tried to think about anything other than my conversation with Creed.
Four
The movers had called right before lunch to tell me that the moving van had mechanical issues. They were going to unload it and move everything to another moving van. This was going to put them two days behind schedule. Once Griff knew he had more time with me in Boston, he spent three more hours on his studying.
Instead of staying in the apartment, I went and bought groceries, made lunch for both Griff and Chet then went shopping for a rug. After finding the perfect area rug for Griff’s bedroom, I went back to the apartment to find Griff was in the bathroom. Chet had said he was getting a shower and we were all going