Free Feel (Sense Series Book 1) by Ellen Lake Page A

sentiment doesn’t work for me. I love knowing that I can call on Michael when I need him. He’ll drop whatever he is doing for me, even if I called him at this very second.
    I think too much when I drink. Have you noticed? Why can’t I pass out and forget like other people? I drain my martini glass and settled in to watch a night of righteous serial killing.
    ***
    The following morning I was awakened by Michael entering my apartment. We make it a habit to spend our weekends together and I was happy to see him. I jumped up from the couch and wrapped my arms around him.
    “Good Morning sweetie, how was your night?” I asked.
    “It was work, nothing special about it. But I’m glad to be here with you,” he said giving me a kiss on the cheek. “No breakfast?”
    I was a little taken aback by his request. So not only was he going to spend the entire night out with some bimbo, he expected me to make him breakfast too? A woman has got to draw the line somewhere.
    “You’re right, no breakfast this morning. I wasn’t in the mood to cook but feel free to go to the kitchen and help yourself,” I responded.
    He gave a slight frown but recovered fairly quickly. He went to the kitchen to see what I had, and he didn’t find much because I need to go grocery shopping. He settled for grabbing an apple from the bowl of fruit on the counter.
    “How about we just go out to breakfast?” he insisted.
    “Now that sounds like a great idea,” I said.
    ***
    We settled on going to Yolk, one of my favorite breakfast spots. We took our time and enjoyed the morning. I absolutely love living in Chicago, there’s something about living in the city that’s unparalleled. I’m originally from North Dakota and I don’t miss it at all. I came here to go to college and I never looked back.
    My family sent me to get a degree in marketing and they expected me to come home and join the family business. I declined their offer, pursued my Masters, and now I’m paying them back for the loans. I don’t need them dangling that over my head for the rest of my life and I don’t have the desire to help run a chain of grocery stores. I consult for them whenever they need me but it’s not what I want to do with my life.
    To say that they were dismayed with my decision to work with art galleries instead of them is quite the understatement. I thought that my dad was going to show up to Chicago and drag me back home. But they are doing their best to respect my decision even though they insult it every chance that they get.
    Chicago is where my heart is and I love everything about it. I live in a fabulous building in the Hyde Park area. It’s huge, it’s busy, and no one is in my business all the time. I think that’s the worst thing about living in a small community. Everyone knows your business and they feel completely comfortable discussing it with you. I value my privacy and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
    As we walked up the stairs to get back to my apartment, I collided with Adam the man that lives in the apartment next to me.
    “Dammit!” he exclaimed loudly, “I’m so sorry. I’m in such a rush that I’m not looking where I’m going.”
    I laughed as he helped me to my feet, “It’s okay, it happens to all of us.”
    “You may want to pay more attention to where you’re going,” Michael said rudely.
    I gave Michael a disapproving look, “He apologized so back off.”
    “I’m just saying, he’s not the only person that walks up and down these stairs. He could have collided with a child.”
    “Oh, stop being so dramatic,” I said.
    I looked up at Adam and his face was red from embarrassment and he opened his mouth to apologize again.
    “Another apology isn’t necessary I said cutting him off, it was an honest mistake and I’m not hurt at all. What are you in such a rush for anyway?”
    He smiled nervously, “I’m having a small party tonight for friends and some people in the building. You’re welcome to come if