“I’ll see you soon, sweetie.”
I blink back tears. “Yeah. See you soon.”
“Goodbye.”
“Bye.”
I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling.Breathe, Megan.
What does this mean? Will Maggie come home and I’ll need to go? Why would I stay at Chase’s house with no good reason?
What happens between us now? Will reality settle in, and we’ll acknowledge this was a lustfest? Or will we manage to figure something out?
I put a hand on my chest and practice breathing evenly.
“It’ll be okay. Don’t panic. He’s given you no reason to think things will blow up in your face …like everything always does.”
I groan and roll back over and continue my berry search.
“No. Nope. This will be fine,” I say aloud. “Everything has been going so well. There’s no need to …”
My voice trails off as my phone begins to ring. A number I don’t know flashes across the screen.Huh.
“Hello?” I say, sitting on my knees.
“Yes, is this Megan Kramer?”
“It is.”
“Hi, Ms. Kramer. This is Principal Walding at Peachwood Hills Schools. We have a situation with Kennedy Marshall, and you are listed as the point of contact. Is that correct?”
Oh shit.
I get to my feet, the blueberries forgotten. “Is she all right?”
“I need you to confirm you’re the point of contact, please.”
“Yes. I’m the point of contact. Is she all right?”
He sighs. “She is. But we’ll need you or her father or grandmother—I believe they are the other two on the list—to come to my office. We have a few things we need to discuss.”
My mind spins.What do I do?“Okay. Well, I can be there in twenty minutes. Is that okay?”
“That’ll be fine. Just let the secretary know I’m waiting for you.”
“I’ll see you shortly.”
“Goodbye, Ms. Kramer.”
I end the call. “Fuck.”
Holding my head, I pace back and forth. “What do I do? Do I call Chase? Do I call Maggie back?” I stop moving. “No, Chase asked you to take care of things. You don’t even know what the situation is yet. It could be silly, and there’s no need to worry him.”
I groan, looking at the ceiling. I consider calling Gavin but quickly decide against it. Chase never insinuated that I should do that if something arose.
“Mom swears you’re the right person to help with Ken, and honestly …” A grin twitches against his lips. “I might not disagree.”
“You might not, huh?”
