My first day back at work I nearly passed out on the floor, thankfully aunt Marjorie was there and made sure I was okay. She walked me back to the apartment and I got an extra two days to relax. Sometimes it can get intense to the point of me passing out, I promised her to make a doctor's appointment. When Jace found out that I'd been sent home he sent Henry back home with a letter. It made me smile and made me look forward to tonight. Tonight is country night the club in honor of Frank.

I'm back at work and feeling a lot better, my appointment isn't until next week. I'm hoping they can help me control this insane period and I won't come close to passing out again. It ended just as fast as it showed up, thankfully. Tonight I was actually look forward to spending time with Jace. I want to find out if the strange feeling that came over me at the cabin would take over here in the city. I needed to see that it wasn't just because we were trapped in a cabin together for two days. I don't know what I'll do if the feelings I have for him are real, all I know is I think I'd prefer if I could just go back to hating him.

I can hear Charlene in the back corner of the store, she's mumbling to someone. I don't hear another voice so I'm pretty sure she's on the phone. I step closer to get a better listen.

"Oh c'mon please, you know you have some," she whispers. "I'll do anything. I'm over whatever happened, I just need some," she whispers. Need some what? "I need you," she says.

Charlene had told me that she'd met someone, and I wonder if she was talking to that someone. I honestly think she's getting into some dark things, I know the signs I've done things and I'm not liking it. I'm sure Uncle James won't be happy.

"But I need you," she says, it sounds like she's whining.

"I'll meet you there. Yeah. Okay," she whispers.

She hangs up and jumps startled when she sees me standing a few feet away. She looks more tired than usual, and my mind kind of wonders if that was Jace on the phone. I know he said he'd cut off ties with everyone including her, but part of me still believes that she's still in love with him and wanting him back. I don't care if she does because after all it's all fake. If they still are getting together I won't feel an ounce of hurt. I just hope she doesn't get hurt again, but part of me thinks she's glutton for punishment.

"You okay?" I ask.

She nods, "Are you? Mom said you almost fainted the other night?" she asks.

"Oh that, yeah. My period get so heavy sometimes I just get light headed and almost pass out," I say.

"That sucks man," she says.

"Yeah man," I tease.

"You sure you're okay?" I ask again.

"Yeah, the guy I met is such a douche bag," she says rolling her eyes.

I'm not amazing at reading people, but somehow I know she's not talking about someone new. Her phone goes off and I swear I see the top of Jace's head in a picture as she flattens the phone to her chest. I ignore it and smile at her as she tells me she has to go.

I finish up my shift just as six o'clock hits, and I'm beyond excited for tonight. I'm in no way a country girl, but Nicole and I went all out. Theme nights are always the best, and it's for Frank so it makes it makes for an even bigger reason to dress up. I'm planning to meet up with Jace early, we are going to get a bite to eat before the club opens. I brought my clothes with me so that I can go straight from here to Jace's above the club. Nicole is meeting me there because she's working, and Henry of course is already there prepping everything for tonight.

My phone goes off and it's Jace. We decided that we should probably exchange numbers, because it was getting harder to communicate through just letters. Although he says he'll still send letters, but for immediate things we'll use the phone. I like that.

Jace: Change of plans  can't meet 4 dinner... I have something to do. Will meet you at Galaxy @ 9. Sorry for the sudden change.

I text back a quick okay and continue getting dressed. I now have almost three hours to spare with nothing to do. I've already put on my dress, so I continue with my brown cowboy boots, and then prepare my hair with some curls and pull back some of the front pieces, clipping them back. I add a light jean jacket, so happy for the warm weather this week in the city, and then dab on some makeup. I take my time because I'm not sure what I'm going to do beforehand.

I head out onto the sales floor, I've decided I'm going to drop my stuff off at home and grab some dinner by myself on the way to the Galaxy. Aunt Marjorie whistles from her position at the counter causing a few heads to turn. The few guys on line check me out and I can feel myself blush.

"Looking good sweetie where you heading?"

"The club is doing a country night to honor the owner who passed away," I tell her.

"I wish I was young again, I love country," she says. "I still remember the first time I saw George Strait in concert," she swoons. "Billy Ray was good too. He can grow his mullet back any day," she says.

The guy she's ringing up looks amused by our conversation, and I can't help but laugh. Aunt Marjorie really likes a wide range of music, which makes her such a great asset to the store. I think it's what our customers love is the fact that even my Uncle could listen to music from the forty's and fifties, and then rock out to bands like Slipknot.

"I'm sure they'll do more country nights, it's not the first," I tell her.

"Well then count me in, we'll make it a girls night," she says.

I smile at her and she kisses the top of my head. I say goodbye and hear Uncle James call out goodbye as he walks out of the backroom. I quickly drop my stuff off at home and then head to the diner for some dinner. I'm not afraid to go alone, I've eaten alone before. I recognize the waitress from when Jace and I were here, but I don't think she recognizes me thank god. Speaking of Jace I'm totally sitting in the same booth they gave us the day we were here. That day felt like such a long time ago, and so much has happened since then. Things that I never expected to happen.

I'm not really sure how tonight's going to go and I don't know how I want it to play out. All I know is that if I don't figure it out soon I might have to start baking again.