Chapter 57 – Grant
CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
GRANT
“You’re restless.”
“No shit.” I look over to Nate, who has obliged me with a drive by of Miner’s Airfield for no other reason than to see if Emerson is back.
“Just go talk to her.”
“I’ve tried.”
“Well, try harder. It’s not as if she isn’t going to notice the cruiser driving by several times this week.”
“I know. It’s just . . .”
“I know, I know. There’s more to it that I don’t understand other than you fucked up royally . . . well, royally unfuck yourself,” Nate says and shakes his head.
“Gee, thanks, Dad.” I roll my eyes and turn back onto the highway.
“Did you call her?”
“She won’t pick up.”
“Did you text her?”
“She won’t reply.”
“Did you stand there and pound on her door?”
“Ha.” The image of Leo flexing his muscles comes to mind. “Yeah. Something like that.”
“Did you send her flowers? Chicks always love flowers.”
“Not this chick,” I murmur, thinking I won’t test fate by sending them to her twice.
“Then what is it she likes? What is it that is unique to you two? Use whatever that is. Chicks dig uniqueness.”
“According to you, chicks dig everything.”
“Be original,” he repeats.
And I laugh. But as I glace at the Blue Skies sign one more time before we leave, an idea starts to form as a call comes across the radio.