Chapter 301


    201 Feeling Pecki


    Chapter 301 Feeling Peckish


    I blinked, then looked away and nodded, “Yeah, thanks. Tell Grandma I said thanks.”


    “You can tell her yourself,” Idris said, his voice cool as he set out the food on the tray table like he was


    arranging chess pieces.


    I could not quite read him. Before I left for Lake City, he had seemed on board with getting the divorce


    papers and clearing the air with the family. I figured he would be thest person wanting to see me


    again.


    Here he was, and I did not know what to make of it.


    “Stop staring and eat,” he said, his face giving nothing away.


    I shook off my daze and started eating the food he brought, almost mechanically. Maybe it was the


    hunger, but I did not realize how empty I felt until I started on the simple, soothing meal he had brought.


    I kept my head down, focusing on my meal, while the guy next to me just sat there watching me in


    silence. It was kind of weird, though not in a creepy way.


    Eventually, when I was mostly full, I nced up at him and said, “Thanks for this.”


    He gave me a small nod, his face rxed. “Grandma’s nning a getaway to Tully City resort next


    week. She wants everyone toe.”


    I blinked, a bit lost. “Oh, okay.”


    He leaned in a bit. “She wants you there too.”


    That caught me off guard. “I’ve still got… stuff to do,” I trailed off, not finishing my thought..


    He cut in smoothly, “If you’re looking to thank her, juste along. The same goes if you’re thanking


    me.”


    It took a second for it to click. He was talking about hanging out with Madam Young at the resort for a


    few days. Emily had mentioned it before, and it seemed like everyone was on board.


    I nodded, not about to argue. “Cool. Just tell me the details, and I’ll be there.”


    He hummed a yes and then went quiet.


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    I was pretty much done eating, and Idris, the guy, did not look like he was leaving anytime soon. I shot


    him a side nce, trying to figure out how to say what I was thinking.


    Before I could get a word out, he turned to me. I froze, feeling kind of guilty for some reason. However,


    he was just like, “Need a drink?”


    “Uh, yeah, sure,” I said quickly.


    He got up, got me some water, and then sat back down, as still as a statue.


    Half an hourter, I was lying in bed, stuffed and hydrated, and he was still there. I hesitated, then


    finally blurted out, “Mr. Young, you’re not busy or anything?”


    It was not even the weekend, and with the year winding down, I figured he would be swamped” with


    work.


    He just hummed a one–word answer and then shut up..


    I wanted to tell him to get going, but I was tongue–tied. I just could not spit it out.


    Thank goodness Mom showed up when she did, arms loaded with all sorts of delicious treats. She


    raised an eyebrow seeing Idris there–probably because he had yed the hero for me back in Lorrell.


    Her usual frosty look had thawed a bit. She gave him a nod before turning to me with a smile, “Bet


    you’re starving. I whipped up all your favorites. Let’s eat!”


    Propped up in bed, I watched Momy out all the goodies I normally could not resist. I patted. my


    already stuffed belly, fighting back the urge to groan. Why did I gobble up Idris’s snacks so fast?


    Taking another bite was out of the question.


    Mom noticed me just sitting there, eyeing the feast but not making a move. Her brows knitted together


    in concern. “What’s up?”


    I looked up


    at her, the picture of innocence. “Mom, I’m stuffed.” My eyes flicked to the ravaged remains of the food


    container.


    She followed my nce, spotting the empty c


    It clicked-


    container. It clicked–Idris had brought it. She


    turned to him with a grateful nod. “Thanks for going to all that trouble.”


    Idris gave a small nod back, his face a nk te. He was a man of few words, always keeping it cool


    and collected. Even now, trying to make small talk with Mom was not his thing.


    Mom turned back to me, getting the picture that I was too full to eat. She did not want me to overdo it


    and get a tummy ache, so she started to put the food away. “You could’ve given me a heads up


    that Mr. Young had dropped off some grub. What a waste of good food.”


    I made a face, muttering, “slipped my mind, that’s all.” I would have remembered to tell her if Idris had


    not been here.


    “Aunt Deb,” Idris’s deep, quiet voice cut in.


    Mom stopped and looked back at him, puzzled.


    Idris met her gaze, his face calm as ever, but his eyes lingered on the food she was tidying up. I’m a


    little hungry myself,” he said.