Until Jane.
I take one last look over my shoulder at her door before I force myself to leave Jane’s porch and walk toward my house.
“It’s going.”
“Have you seen her?” she asks.
She doesn’t have to specify whoheris. We both know who she’s talking about.
“Yeah, I’m just leaving her place now,” I tell her as I walk across my yard.
“What were you doing over there?” Bertha asks with worry.
“Calm down. Everything is fine. I got those documents we talked about today and took them over to her, and I offered her a job,” I say as I let myself into my house.
She lets out a relieved breath. “Thank you. Let me know what I owe you, and I’ll cover the cost myself.”
“Absolutely not.” I snort.
“Colin…” she warns.
“How are you?” I ask, changing the subject.
“I’m good. I’m still paying for it.”
I hear the sound of a blinker in the background. I want to scold her for talking to me while she’s driving, but I bite my tongue. She’s not a little girl anymore and knows what she’s doing.
At least I know for a fact that she’s not holding her phone while she’s driving since I bought her one of those fancy-ass dash mounts.
“I’m good too. Thanks for asking,” I quip.
My sister sighs. “Sorry, shit’s been crazy.”
“Everything okay?” I ask, not bothering to hide my concern.
“Yeah, it just took me a minute to get back on schedule after my detour to you,” she admits.
I growl. “I could have met you somewhere.”
“Honestly, at the time, I didn’t even think about that. All I knew was I wanted her safe.” Her tone softens.
“I didn’t either,” I grumble.
“Next time,” she quips, making me chuckle.
“How about you don’t bring me anyone else. At least not anytime soon,” I joke.
“Oh, come on,” she whines half-heartedly.
My phone beeps, telling me there’s an incoming call. Pulling it away from my face, I see that it’s Gunner calling.
“Hey, Gunner is calling. I need to let you go.” I let her know.
“Okay, tell him hi. I’ll talk to you soon.”
“Later,” I tell her before switching the call. “What’s up?”
“Hey, you left early. Everything okay?” Gunner asks.
