Chapter Twenty-Two: Hours Roll By

Trick

"How's it going?" Matt asks as I have a seat.

"Not too bad, except for traffic being a bitch."

I was almost late for this meeting and that's the last thing I need, especially when I'm trying to get my shit together.

"You did cut it a little close," he gives me an ironic smile.

"I was on time though, wasn't I?"

He coughs. "Barely, but it doesn't matter, as long as I didn't have to wait on you. How's Riley? I see you've been spending a good amount of time with her. Hadley's doing a good job of keeping track of the hours."

Suddenly my blood runs cold. I hadn't realized they were keeping track of my hours. Well, that's a lie. I did know they were keeping track of them, but I always seem to forget, my time with Sprite would be finite. How many hours were left? How much time did I have to make my dream last night a reality? Everything comes into focus, and I think maybe I've been playing life too safe. What if I never get the chance to do the things I want to do? What