One More Time (Ruby Falls #2) - Aurora Rose Reynolds Page 0,57

room for her parents or her ex to fuck shit up or make Aria uncomfortable. I want to keep it that way. I want everything about tonight to be a good memory for Aria.

After telling one of the kids who’s been running to get cars which one is mine, I watch him hurry off, then feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I look around, and that’s when I spot Josh standing a few feet away with his back to one of the pillars on the front porch, smoking a cigarette with his eyes on us. I hold his stare for a minute, then watch him smirk before he tosses his cigarette butt over the edge of the porch and head inside, tucking his hands in his pockets. As I watch him go, I know without a fucking doubt that he’s going to be a problem. The thing he doesn’t know is that Aria and I are strong enough to weather any storm he plans on bringing our way.

Chapter 17

Aria

TAKING OFF MY glasses, I rub my eyes while leaning back in my chair, and my stomach growls, reminding me that I haven’t eaten today. This morning, I got up at seven with Tide for the sole purpose of showering with him before he left for work, made myself a cup of coffee, and headed for my office, where I’ve been locked away all day. I learned early on as an author that if the words are flowing, you stick it out, because there are other days when you’ll sit in front of your computer rewriting the same sentence seven hundred billion times.

I glance at the clock, and my bottom lip pops out. It’s only two in the afternoon, which means Tide won’t be home for another few hours, so I’m on my own to figure out what I want to eat. With a groan, I get out of my chair and shuffle to the kitchen. After digging through the fridge, I make myself a single-serve charcuterie board, including crackers, nuts, cranberries, hummus, carrot chips, and a sliver of cheddar cheese. I grab a Diet Coke and my cell phone, then head outside, needing some fresh air and the sun.

It’s a beautiful day, with the sun shining through the trees that have gone from green to gold, a slight chill in the air as fall sets in. After shoving a carrot dipped in hummus in my mouth, I flip on my cell and smile when I see the text from Tide, asking if he should pick up something for dinner tonight, since he’s sure I’m working, or if I want to go out. I text him back that I miss him, and getting out of the house will be good, even if it’s just to go out to dinner.

As soon as I press Send, my phone rings, and I sigh when I see my mom is calling. She’s called multiple times since the party—not to check in or just to gab like Tide’s mom has done, but to try to set up a time for me to meet her and Josh for lunch, or just Josh for coffee or something else. Since I’m not even a little interested in trying to come up with yet another excuse, I let the call go to voicemail, pick up my plate of food, and focus on eating, thinking that tomorrow is Tuesday and Josh will be gone then. When I finish, I take my plate back inside and drop it in the dishwasher, then go back to my office, and get back to work so that when Tide gets home I can focus on spending time with him. Three hours later and struggling with a scene, I spin in my chair to face the window and catch a glimpse of headlights coming up the driveway. Assuming Tide is home, I quickly shut down my computer and head to the front of the house to greet him, only to curse when I see my ex behind the wheel of my mom’s black BMW, parking next to my car. I don’t know what part of “we have nothing to talk about” he’s not understanding.

With annoyance filling my belly, I walk out onto the porch and cross my arms over my chest, glaring at him when he gets out of the car, and I keep glaring as he approaches the house. There was a time I thought he was handsome, and I’m