Page 172 of Love Unwritten
Based on her wide eyes, I have my answer.
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
Ellie
I feel just as confused this morning as I was last night about my situation with Rafael after overhearing him confess to Nico that he likes me. While I’m happy to know how he feels, it complicates matters because I like him too.
I may even more than like him.
I haven’t wanted to admit it to myself, but denying the truth isn’t doing me any favors. He and I are going to have to come to terms with what this development means for our relationship.
If there even is a relationship.
While Nico seems less of an obstacle now that he at least knows his dad likes me, it doesn’t address our biggest issue.
Rafael is still my boss.
That truth is hard to avoid, which is why I ignored him knocking on my door last night until I could talk to a voice of reason.
My mom.
“Ellie! I got your photos!” my mom gushes. “They’re absolutely gorgeous.”
“You’d be proud. I went on a boat yesterday and didn’t throw up once.”
She laughs. “Look at you conquering motion sickness and your fear of planes all in two weeks! What’s next? Snakes?”
“Over my dead body.”
She chuckles. “I miss you so much! I can’t wait to see you and hear all about your trip when you come back.”
“Yeah, me too.”
“But you’re not calling me to talk about it, are you?” My mom always had that special sixth sense when it came to me.
I fall back onto my bed. “Not exactly.”
“What’s going on?”
“So, you remember how Cole Griffin hired me to write him a song?”
“Who could forget? I’ve been listening to a few of his albums since you mentioned his name during our last call, and he’s really good.”
“I know.”
“His songs are sad, but he’s a perfect match for you lyrically.”
“Well, I’m glad you think so because he asked me if I wanted to help him write his next album.”
“He did?” My mom squeals, and I can hear Burt rushing into the room to check on her.
“Cole Griffin asked Ellie to help him write an album!” she tells him, and I smile. Mom has been trying to push me to get back out there and try songwriting again, but I’ve obviously been resistant.
“I had no doubt it would happen,” Burt says.
“I’m excited.”
“Of course! This is huge!” Mom shouts so loud, my speaker crackles.