Falling for my boyfriend's Navy brother novel Chapter 36

Chapter 36: Penny

There’s something weirdly satisfying about a completely unscheduled day.

A fast, it felt wrong–like I was skipping school in missing a doctor’s appointnient i forget about.

But after about two hours of pure, guilt–free fredom, I decided that I might actually he built for this

Not the lines

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Yeah, I could get used to that,

After I got back from the grocery store, I spent the better part of the afternoon cleaning the house.

Not like, surface wipe down the counters” cleaning

Actual cleaning.

The kind where you realize dust bunnies have been waging a secret rebellion under your bed for months and you’re just now discovering the mprising

By the time I collapsed onto the couch, victorious and only slightly covered in lemon–scented cleaning spray, it was past three.

So I pulled out my laptop, cranked through some homework that had been haunting the bottom of my backpack like a cursed relic, and decided that if I was being this productive, I deserved to be a little bit reckless

Which is how I ended up curled under a blanket, binge–watching an entire season of a show I absolutely did not need to start.

Was it a critically acclaimed, emotionally moving, Oscar–worthy production?

No.

It was a messy reality show about people getting married to strangers and fighting over who finished the last Pop–Tat

Zero regrets.

I stretched, yawning, and grabbed my phone off the coffee table, typing out a quick text to Tyler.

What are you up to, superstar?

The answer came almost immediately, which made me grin.

Home Being lazy, You?

Same. Just discovered I’m actually REALLY good at doing absolutely nothing. Might turn pro.

I support your career aspirations 100%.

I smiled, tucking the phone against my chest for a second.

It felt good–this simple, easy back–and–forth.

No pressure.

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No weird tension.

Just us

Outside, the pretty, Mue skled day had twined into that soft kind of rainy hare by midafternoon – the kind where you can smell i pavement and hear the soft hiss of tires on the street from three blocks away.

Now, though, it’s different

The tain has picked up, heavy and insistent against the windows, and the sky’s gone from mercest to fall on bruised purple,

Thunder rumbles low and long, like someone diagging a mountains across the ground.

I glance outside and decide, in my professional meteorological opinion, that it looks like the opening scene of mery home movie ever made,

You know, the one where the innocent girl’s alone in a house, watching reality TV, minding her own business, and then-

Bam

Serial killer in the n

pantry.

Not today, Satan.

I get up, stretching the stiffness out of my legs, and head for the kitchen.

If I’m going to die dramatically, at least I’ll d

do it well–fed

I crank up the TV volume a little first because everyone knows loud noise keeps the demons and serial killers away – and start rummaging -through the fridge.

Veggies first.

I toss a bunch of frozen broccoli and cauliflower onto a baking sheet, drizzle them with enough olive oil to make my shove them in the oven

ancestors prout, and

Then I turn to the chicken.

I plop a couple of chicken breasts into a pan, season them aggressively with whatever spices I can reach without risking life and limb (read: salt, pepper, something vaguely Italian–sounding), and set the heat to medium.

The stove sizzles agreeably.

Thunder cracks again louder this time, a sharp whip–crack that makes me jump.

The lights flicker once, twice, like they’re considering giving up entirely.

I pause, hand on the stove dial, staring at the ceiling.

Nope.

Not today.

I stomp over to the TV and crank the volume up another couple notches — just enough so that the sound of idiots arguing about instant memen drowns out the storm chewing the sky apart outside.

Not that I’m scared.

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I’m not.

Storms are just weather.

Water.

Electricity.

Cloud drama.

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