I dump the bag on the counter and blow a loose hair from my face. “Hey, Sav. How’re you feeling?”
“Like a beached whale,” she groans.
I chuckle. “How long do you have left?”
“Just over a month. I can’t wait to not be pregnant anymore.” The diamond on her left-hand sparkles under the light as she rubs slow circles over her belly.
“Think Liv will be back in time?” I ask as I unload the groceries from the bag and begin moving about the kitchen.
Savannah nods. “She’s only supposed to be gone a few weeks, so I’m hopeful.”
“Has anyone told Grayson that she’s only gone temporarily?” Bella asks, drying her hands on a dish towel.
“Nope,” Savannah says as picks another grape from the fruit bowl in front of her and plops it into her mouth.
“I saw Killian going to his house earlier. He hammered on the door until he answered.”
“Hunter told me he hasn’t shown up for work all week. Won’t answer the door to anyone. They’re all a bit sick of his pity party,” Savannah says, her tone holding no sympathy for her soon to be brother-in-law.
Can’t say I blame her. If someone had treated Bella the way Grayson has treated Liv, I’d probably be the same.
A few weeks ago, Liv had a car accident that left her with a few cuts and bruises and some broken bones but could have ended a lot differently. Since then, Grayson has ghosted her.
It’d be hypocritical of me to call him a coward for running away out of fear, but that’s exactly what he is. A coward.
“Think they’ll sort things out?” Bella asks, pulling two wine glasses from the cupboard and a can of coke from the fridge. She hands the latter to Savannah and places a wine glass in front of me.
Savannah blows out a breath. “I honestly don’t know. Liv can be stubborn.”
“Well, I sure hope she don’t take it easy on him. ‘Bout time someone slapped some sense into that man,” Bella says, handing me the open bottle of wine.
I pour a generous amount in my glass and immediately take a drink from it.
My ever-observant bestie raises a brow. “Bad day?”
With a deep breath, I close my eyes briefly before looking at her. “I ran into your mom.”
Her frown deepens. “Shit.”
“Yup,” I reply, taking another drink.
Savannah looks between us both in confusion. “And why is this bad?”
I pinch my lips and look to Bella, allowing her to take the lead here.
“Because my mom is…” she pauses, searching for the right words. “Not the nicest.” Shaking her head, she continues, “No, scratch that. She’s straight up mean. And an alcoholic.”
“Oh,” Sav says, looking at me in surprise.
Guess Bella didn’t share that information with her new friends.
“What did she say to you?”
I shrug. “Nothing I didn’t already know.”
Bella’s shoulders fall, pity decorating her features. “Daisy, I’m so-”
“No, Bells. Don’t apologise for her. I can handle a few snarky comments.”
