Ring of Truth (A Silver Script Novel Book 1) Read Free Page A

grumbled at the phone and tossed it on the bed before going into the bathroom to brush his teeth. Now on top of work, he had to come up with a way to furnish his apartment, and find a date in two days.

Chapter 3

    Erin met Carissa at the diner and gave her a hug before they slid into a booth. The smells of hamburgers and fries filled the air and brought her a sense of comfort.
    A waitress came by holding her notepad and pen. “You two want the usual?”
    “Yep. I could use a huge mug of hot chocolate about now.” Erin studied Carissa as she put in her order. While she looked a little pale, Carissa had finally put on some weight and looked better than she had in months. It had been touch and go for a while, but she’d been given the all clear a few weeks before.
    The two of them talked about work and Erin’s upcoming projects. Erin waved at a few of the regulars who came in and said hi. Maybe she should have changed out of her pajamas …
    “So how are you really doing?”
    “I’m fine, really. Having the money for the wedding would be great, but now I have more time to plan everything. This whole thing has dragged on forever and I just want to get married.”
    “But what about insurance?” Erin didn’t want to mention the possibility of a relapse, but it weighed heavily on her mind.
    “Mom and Dad stepped in and helped. I’ll pay them back somehow, but insurance didn’t really cover most of my bills anyway.” Carissa took a bite of a fry.
    Erin leaned forward. “I tried to get you hired on as my assistant, but I was told it wasn’t possible. I’m not letting it go, though. I need you.”
    Carissa smiled. “You don’t have to do that. Really. While I’d love to be your assistant, I’m actually fine with being let go. Matt’s job pays well enough that I don’t need to work once we’re married, and I was thinking of staying home to write anyway.”
    Erin looked at her in surprise. “Seriously? That’s great.”
    “You know I’ve always wanted to try to write a book, and this is as a good time as any.”
    “What would you write about?”
    Carissa ran her fingers through her short blonde hair. “Write what you know, right? I was going to try a memoir.”
    Erin grinned. “That would be awesome. Maybe we could do a trade. You could help me with the ads, and I could help you with whatever you need on the book since I was there through the whole thing.”
    Carissa nodded. “I was thinking the same thing. I just hoped you wouldn’t mind.”
    “Of course not. I’d love it.” Erin looked at the clock on the wall. “I need to get going soon. Mom and Dad are coming into town for a wedding, and I’ve got to get some work done first.”
    “Dang. I was hoping you’d be able to look at dresses with me this weekend.” Carissa frowned.
    “I’ll be there. They can’t make me skip that for anything. Just text me the details and I’ll make it work.”
    “Great. Matt is the greatest guy ever, but I need you to make sure I actually look good.”
    “That’s what best friends are for.” She took another bite of her fry.
    “Okay, so I want to hear about this guy.”
    Erin shook her head. “There’s no guy. I don’t have time for that right now. New project, remember?”
    “Uh-uh. You’re not getting out of this. Who is he?” Carissa took a bite of her steak.
    Erin sighed. “Fine. Yes, it’s the guy from the pound. He’s … hot. But I was rude to him, so I’d rather not see him again.”
    “Hot? Details, woman.” Carissa was engaged and wanted nothing more than to have Erin get married off as well.
    “Blue eyes that can stare into your soul. Dimples, great smile. Lots and lots of muscles.” Erin ate another fry and moved on to her steak.
    “And you were rude to him, why?” Carissa set down her fork and leaned forward.
    Erin shrugged. “It was rainy, I was mad about your job, and I wanted my cat back.”
    “Ah. So just a few things. But you can make it better, right?”
    “Probably