“On a Thursday afternoon during rush hour?”
“Yes,” I hissed.
“Sorry, sis.”
“It is what it is,” I breathed out. “What’s up?”
“I just wanted to see how your interview went.”
I rolled my eyes. “Liar.”
“Busted.” She laughed. “I want the low-down on the Flash situation.”
“There is no situation, Hayden. He needs to take a long walk off a short pier.”
“What did he say to you?”
“Some bullshit about not sleeping with Madison Payne. How he would—” I sat up and scowled. “Hayden Walters Burke, who did you tell?”
“Krrr, shwhwhaaaa, you’re breaking up, I can’t hear you.”
“Hayden! Did you tell Flash—”
“I would never!” she admonished.
“Well, you told someone,” I accused. “Because I have told no one but you.”
A deep sigh came over the speaker. “I may have mentioned it to Tillie.”
“Hayden!” I squealed.
“She’s my best friend, and I’d had wine.”
“How long ago did this happen?”
“Forever ago.”
I groaned.
“When did Tillie tell Flash?”
“No clue,” Hayden admitted. “I’ll text her and find out, though.”
“No,” I snapped. “I have never been more humiliated in my life, I’d rather no one ever mention it again, so let’s not talk to Tillie, mmmk? I think you’ve already told her more than you should have.”
The bridge started to lower, and we were finally moving.
“Sorry, honey, seriously.”
“It’s fine.” I sighed. “I’m going to hang up now. I’ll be home soon.”
We rang off and I headed home, dragging myself inside ahead of my mother. She walked in just as I slid my shoes off.
“Hey, sweetie,” she said. “How did the interview go?”
“I think it went well,” I said. “There were several people interviewing, so I have no idea how I did up against any of them, though.”
“What will be will be.”
