Total pages in book: 156
Estimated words: 160192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 801(@200wpm)___ 641(@250wpm)___ 534(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 801(@200wpm)___ 641(@250wpm)___ 534(@300wpm)
Her credit card and laptop had come from Zander but she wanted to use as little money as possible. He was covering all the bills for the house.
Maybe she should order some milk and bread and eggs? That was enough, right? Would they deliver?
“Whoa, stop,” she said.
This was ridiculous. She was tough. She’d been taking care of herself for years. Just because she’d been secluded away from the world for a couple of years didn’t mean that she suddenly didn’t know how to do all of this.
“All I’ve got to do is look up the closest grocery store and find out if I can walk to it.”
She didn’t know this town at all.
First she should check the cupboards, see what kind of stuff she had to work with.
Shock filled her as she saw that the pantry was filled with food. Canned vegetables, jars of sauces, packets of pasta and rice. And everything else she might need.
Then she rushed to the fridge and found it full as well.
There was a note sitting on top of a block of cheese.
Eat,
Webb.
She rolled her eyes even as gratitude filled her.
These guys were bossy even when they weren’t here.
But she grabbed some bread and cheese to make herself a grilled cheese sandwich.
Tonight, she’d settle in.
Tomorrow, she’d find a job.
Angie was exhausted.
She’d spent all day trying to find a job, leaving her contact details with pretty much every business in town.
It was humiliating when people asked you what experience you had and you had to say “none.”
They looked at her like she was dumb for thinking she could ever get a job with them.
But also like it was ridiculous that someone who was twenty-six hadn’t had a proper job before.
She got it.
Although she wondered what they would say if she told them that the reason she’d never had a proper job was because she’d been sold to an evil asshole who had married her, kept her prisoner, raped and beaten her?
Hmm, perhaps she should lead with that.
Someone at the diner had told her about a job at the local library so she was headed that way now.
Working at the library sounded like an ideal job since she loved books. But she guessed you needed more skills than just liking to read.
But it wasn’t like she had anything to lose, was it? At this point she was desperate.
So she trudged up the stairs of the large concrete building that held Stugley’s public library.
It was an impressive building. Even if she didn’t get to interview for a job she could at least sign up for a library card.
She opened the door to complete silence. Wow.
“Can I help you?”
Angie glanced over to see a very tall, thin woman with long dark hair standing with a cart in front of her.
“Oh, hi, my name is Angie. I was told you might have a job vacancy?”
This woman looked grouchy. Was there not a job vacancy? Had she been sent here as some sort of joke?
“Who told you that?” the woman asked, filing a book on a shelf.
To Angie’s amazement, she then drew out a ruler and measured the length from the edge of the shelf to the book and nodded in satisfaction.
Was there a certain spot that a book was meant to sit? She’d never noticed that before. Although it had been a long time since she’d been in a library. Keira had bought her an eReader when she’d first moved in so she could order books and read them.
It was a Godsend but that didn’t mean she couldn’t appreciate a paperback.
She just couldn’t afford to buy any.
“Um, a lady over at the diner. Was she wrong?”
The woman harrumphed. “That would be Donna. Always interfering in things that aren’t any of her business. Well, have you worked in a library before?”
“Um, no,” she admitted.
If possible the woman’s face grew more dour.
“What was your last job?”
Yeah.
She was tired of that question.
“Well, if being sold by your father at eighteen to a sadistic evil mafia kingpin and forced into marrying him, then being his prisoner for five years is a job . . . that was my job.”
The woman gaped at her.
Everyone else in the library turned to gape at her. Thankfully there were only three other people in there, an older couple sitting at a table and reading an actual newspaper. And a good-looking older man in his mid-fifties sitting in front of a computer.
She could feel herself turning bright red.
What was wrong with her?
Before she could say anything more, she turned on her heel and walked back out.
Well.
That was humiliating.
“Hey! Excuse me, miss! Wait up.”
She glanced over her shoulder. It was the man from the library who had been sitting at the computer.
What could he possibly want?
“Please wait!” he yelled.
She stilled as she noticed that people were stopping and staring at them. She smiled nervously. She’d already made an idiot of herself; she didn’t need the whole town to think she was crazy.