It Ends with Us

Chapter Ten
“Can I ask you a personal question?”
Allysa nods as she perfects a bouquet of flowers about to go out for
delivery. We’re three days away from our grand opening, and it just keeps
getting busier by the day.
“What is it?” Allysa asks, facing me. She leans into the counter and starts
picking at her fingernails.
“You don’t have to answer it if you don’t want to,” I warn.
“Well I can’t answer it if you don’t ask it.”
That’s a good point.
“Do you and Marshall donate to charity?”
Confusion crosses her face and she says, “Yeah. Why?”
I shrug. “I was just curious. I wouldn’t judge you or anything. I’ve just
been thinking lately about how I might like to start a charity.”
“What kind of charity?” she asks. “We donate to a few different ones
now that we have money, but my favorite is this one we got involved with
last year. They build schools in other countries. We’ve funded three new
constructions in the past year alone.”
I knew I liked her for a reason.
“I don’t have that kind of money, obviously, but I’d like to do 
something
.
I just don’t know what yet.”
“Let’s get through this grand opening first and then you can start
thinking about philanthropy. One dream at a time, Lily.” She walks
around the counter and grabs the trash can. I watch as she pulls the full
bag out of it and ties it in a knot. It makes me wonder why—if she has
people for everything—she would even want a job where she had to take
out the trash and get her hands dirty.
“Why do you work here?” I ask her.
She glances up at me and smiles. “Because I like you,” she says. But then
I notice the smile completely leave her eyes right before she turns and
walks toward the back to throw out the trash. When she comes back, I’m
still watching her curiously. I say it again.

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“Allysa? Why do you work here?”
She stops what she’s doing and takes in a slow breath like maybe she’s
contemplating being honest with me. She walks back to the counter and
leans against it, crossing her feet at her ankles.
“Because,” she says, looking down at her feet. “I can’t get pregnant.
We’ve been trying for two years but nothing has worked. I was tired of
sitting at home crying all the time, so I decided I should find something to
keep my mind busy.” She stands up straight and wipes her hands across
her jeans. “And you, Lily Bloom, are keeping me 
very
busy.” She turns and
starts messing with the same bouquet of flowers again. She’s been
perfecting them for half an hour. She picks up a card and stuffs it in the
flowers, and then turns around and hands me the vase. “These are for you,
by the way.”
It’s obvious Allysa wants to change the subject, so I take the flowers
from her. “What do you mean?”
She rolls her eyes and waves me off to my office. “It’s on the card. Go
read it.”
I can tell by her annoyed reaction that they’re from Ryle. I grin and run
to my office. I take a seat at my desk and pull out the card.
Lily,
I’m having serious withdrawals.
—Ryle
I smile and put the card back in the envelope. I grab my phone and
snap a picture of me holding the flowers with my tongue sticking out. I
text it to Ryle.
Me: I tried to warn you.
He immediately starts texting me back. I watch anxiously as the dots on
my phone move back and forth.
Ryle: I need my next fix. I’ll be finished here in about thirty minutes. Can I take
you to dinner?
Me: Can’t. Mom wants me to try a new restaurant with her tonight. She’s an
obnoxious foodie. : (
Ryle: I like food. I eat food. Where are you taking her?
Me: A place called Bib’s on Marketson.
Ryle: Is there room for one more?

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I stare at his text for a moment.