Chapters (30)
- Falling Together FINAL.docx
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Epilogue
Blair practically fell off of the couch when her phone started to ring. Even though she was expecting the call, she had started to doze off while watching TV and the loud noise took her by surprise. She cleared her throat a few times before picking up. “He-hello?”
“Hi. Is this Blair?”
The voice on the other end of the phone sounded nervous, but also sexy. It was low and raspy and totally Blair’s kryptonite. Stop. This is a job, not a girl you’re trying to get in your bed.
“Hello?”
Shit. Off to a great start. “Sorry. I must have bad service. Yes. This is Blair.”
“Oh, no, I’m sorry. It’s probably me. I’m driving. Can you hear me now?”
“Yep. All good.”
The woman laughed, and it was just as sexy as her voice. “I’m Erin. I’m calling about babysitting for Nolan.” There was a slight pause before the woman spoke again. “Sorry, that’s my son. I don’t know if I mentioned his name before.”
“I don’t think you did, but that’s cool.” Blair paused, because she wasn’t sure what she was supposed to say. She had no clue how any of this worked. “So… you had some questions for me?”
Erin laughed once again. “Yeah, sorry. I’m not completely sure what to ask. My son has been in daycare the past two years, so I’ve never interviewed a babysitter before.”
“So, is that what this is?” Now it was Blair who laughed nervously. “An interview?”
“Nothing to be nervous about. I promise. I know you’ve never babysat before, but what other job experience do you have?”
Blair rolled her eyes. Yeah, definitely nothing to be nervous about. “I’ve actually just been focused on school.”
“That’s great,” Erin replied with a bit too much excitement for Blair to believe she was being sincere. “I know you mentioned you just graduated. What did you major in?”
“Psychology.” Please don’t ask what I’m doing with my degree.
“That’s wonderful. What do you want to do with that?”
Fuck. “Honestly, I’m not sure. That’s why I’m looking for another job while I figure that out.”
“That makes sense. It’s crazy how we’re expected to figure out what we want to do with the rest of our lives so early on. I still don’t quite know what I want to do.”
“What do you do?”
“I work in tech. There’s obviously more to it than that, but I don’t want to bore you with all of the details.”