Chapter 42: Chapter 42
Misty
She texted me this afternoon.
Adelaide: Apparently I’m going to poker night, his friends are females, but not the kind you have to watch your back around, they are entirely smitten with each other. I really like them already I just don’t know how to people on a good day, this is probably a mistake
Me: I think it’s good for you to get out and make some friends
Adelaide: they are his friends, they only invited me because Carter protested leaving me alone, I even offered to take Tucker and Rosie but they insisted we should all come. I feel like this is some kind of test like I’m being scrutinized to decipher if I’m good enough for him to be hanging around so much. What the fuck do you even wear to poker night?
Me: They are probably just curious. He has been spending a lot of time with you. Maybe they figure if they pull you into being their friend too they will see him more.
Adelaide: Mazzie sees him every day at work, but back to what to wear
Me: Try not to try so hard babe, I know you, you will second guess yourself into miss prim and proper just because you're worried about being judged. Just be you and they will fall in love with you just as you are. Now give me the tea, you two have been spending every spare moment together, and he’s definitely hot…very hot. Don’t tell me you're not even considering there is something more going on because a man dosn’t just block out his friends for a random stranger that showed up.
Adelaide: I’ll try not to. It’s not what you think, he's just being nice because of uncle Jake. He hasn’t tried anything, he's the perfect gentleman. Not to mention I’m not in a place to even think about those things but I’ll admit your right, I just don’t know if I can get past things right now if he was looking for something else. I like what we have, there’s no pressure it’s easy I don’t want to mess that up his friendship is worth more to me than that.
Me: Whatever
Adelaide: Whatever yourself, I gotta go get ready
Me: Have fun, and I want pictures. I miss your hotness, get all dolled up like we used too. One of us should be having fun
Adelaide: Tell Beck to take you dancing, the old fart needs to let loose too, I’m genuinely concerned for his wellbeing and you need to get out once and a while
Me: we’ve been going to karaoke night at the new cafe down the road, and he’s not that old
Adelaide: Well that's good! I gotta go get this grease off from work. Love you, hug Cricket for me I’ll send her something for our birthday.
Me: Love you too Ads, and I’ll be sure to remind her you miss her because I know that's what you're worried about. Rest assured she knows you love her and she misses you every day
Adelaide: ::kisses emoji::
“Well, that was a good sign,” I said, leaning back in my computer chair as I spun around to face Beck who had insisted he make spaghetti for dinner, and was rolling up meatballs. If the bear wanted to cook I wasn’t going to stop him.
“What’s a good sign?” Beck asked.
“Adeliade is going to poker night with Carter and friends. Outside of the fancy parties the ass hat took her too I don’t think she has let her hair down since her mom and Jake died.” I explained.
“Something tells me it wasn’t Adelaide’s choice to go out, the girl gives off ‘give me a book and a corner to disappear into so I can drown out the world’ vibe,” Beck said.
I snorted. He didn’t know how right he was. “Regardless she is doing more than surviving now and that's a good sign,” he admitted.
“Any update from Negan?”
“The cousin is still alive, barely. Everything you suggested pans out, he wants to breed you and then profit off you, then sell Cricket for a sizable dowry when she comes of age. More as punishment because he thinks you had something to do with his missing brother, but we both know he didn’t care enough about that since he got possession of the sleuth and is now just looking for ways to restore the bloodline and rake in cash.” Beck suggested. Emitt’s story had morphed and broken down over the last month. From go fuck yourself to the shell that resigned himself to spilling his sleuth’s secrets. Something told me he wasn’t going to last through the next month. I had to say Negan and Donnie had a talent for slow excruciating torture. They hadn’t even made him that bloody and he was singing. I for one had chosen to stay out of it. Just in case Emit got away I didn’t want to be seen sniffing around Negan’s place. Better he think Negan also had an interest in us and had stolen the tracker off my vehicle to lure one of them so he could take a hostage.