“She won’t talk to me. Maybe you can get it through her head that Mason isn’t good for her. I don’t want her to be abused too.” I wiggled my toes and gulped. “I think that might be good. You can tell me if she seems different.”
I knew Melissa wouldn’t say anything about being used by him. She was a headstrong girl and didn’t take anyone’s shit … but she seemed different with Mason. Like he had a magical dick for her or something.
“Are you sure?” Serena asked. “I’ll go get coffee with her. But I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to be friends with her again. How could I trust her with Damien if she did that to you?”
I sighed and rested my head against her shoulder. She had a point. At least Melissa wouldn’t try to come on to my man now. I smirked and wrinkled my nose. Okay, not my best joke, but still funny.
“Mason has been texting me,” I said.
She sat up and widened her eyes. “Are you being serious? What a sicko.”
“If you go out with her, tell her. I have screenshots.”
She giggled and lay back down. “Of course you do.”
After a few moments of silence, I said, “They moved my mom from the hospital to St. Barbars yesterday.”
My stomach felt light with butterflies. I hadn’t had a chance to go see her, but I was so happy that she was getting better. It was a slow process, but it was happening. Her memory was still shot. She didn’t remember that I had visited her the day before, and it made me sad, but James kept up a happy attitude, which was more than helpful.
“Yay!” Serena said. “That’s amazing news!”
I smiled. “I think she’s going to do better there. She has someone else in her life now who will keep her strong. And she’s not living in that disgusting assisted living place anymore.”
“You think she’s getting it on with James?” Serena asked, giggling.
I playfully slapped her on her shoulder and stared up at the ceiling. “Ew.”
“What? She’d better be getting it. That woman has been through hell.”
My nose scrunched up, yet I let out a soft laugh. James seemed like a great guy and had been visiting her quite often. I wouldn’t doubt that they’d done something together, but in the hospital? I shivered. Goodness, I hoped not. I lay in the same bed as her some days.
My phone buzzed, and I lifted it to see Michael’s name.
Michael: Want to visit your mother at St. Barbars when I get off work?
I glanced over at Serena, who was smiling from ear to ear.
“Hey, go get your man. You don’t stay in this honeymoon phase forever.”
Victor and Damien started yelling from the living room about a video game that they couldn’t seem to win.
She glanced over at the door and let out a laugh. “I have my hands full here, anyway.”
CHAPTER3
MIA
“Why’d you take the bus and not my car?” Michael asked, brow raised at me.
I slid into the passenger side of his car and raised my brow back at him, giving him thatyou know whyexpression.
He tilted his head at me and pulled me into a kiss. “You’re not a bad person for taking the car whenever you need it. I don’t care as long as you don’t steal the thing, Mia.”
Serena waved us off from the sidewalk, wiggling her brows at me as I looked at her in the rearview mirror.
I tossed my backpack into the backseat and turned on the music, relaxing. “Your father is there too, isn’t he?”
Michael merged onto the highway and drove for a bit. “He is. Do you want to meet him?”
