Walk the Line (Kings of Chaos 5)

“Yes and no. I’m glad she’s away from the craziness that descended and in a new environment that’ll allow her a fresh start. Of course, I miss her horribly.”

Lisa reaches across the table to squeeze my hand. “Parenting doesn’t get easier. It just gets different.”

“Amen to that.”

“Are you ready to order?” she asks.

“Yes. I’m starving.”

We stand and make our way into line to order and grab our drinks. Fast, delicious, and affordable, Pat and Oscar’s was always one of our favorite lunch spots when we worked together. Fifteen minutes were seated with our food.

“Catch me up on what’s, going on in your life.”

“The rehabilitation center is doing really well. We’ve moved since you saw it last. I can’t wait to have you by to see it. It’s larger, and we’ve got a great crew working. You know how important that is.”

“Yes, I do.” I nod. The staff can make or a break a place.

“How’s Bill?” I ask thinking of her husband.

“Really well. His investment business is coasting along, and with the kids gone, we actually take weekends away. Huge for two workaholics.”

“It is, but god, you guys deserve it. You worked so hard getting your businesses off the ground.”

“I know there were years there it was tight, you remember.”

“I do, but just like I told you then it was worth it and it worked out.”

She sighs. “God, I’ve missed you.”

“Me too. I’m sorry we lost touch.” I shake my head.

“We’ve always been able to pick up where we left off. There’s no reason why we can’t do it again.”

I smile. “You’re right.”

“I know you sold the house. Where are you now?”

“I’m at an apartment downtown. I didn’t want to try to get a house or even a condo when I had no clue what I wanted to do long term.”

“I don’t blame you. Buying and selling property here is a nightmare,” Lisa says.

“Girl. Yes, it is.”

“What are you up to now with Whit gone?”

“That’s part of why I asked you to lunch. I want to get back into the field.”

Her eyes light. “God, I was hoping you’d be open to that. I need someone I can trust to take over for a therapist that I have leaving to do outpatient freelance work.”

“Do you really?” I whisper.

She nods. “It’s only part time so if you need money—”

“Oh, honey, no. I just— I want to return to my passion. All my credentials are up to date. I’ve been brushing up on all the rules. I just. I need a chance.”

“You’ve got one.”

“Are you. Are you serious, Lisa?”