“Wait one damn minute,” I hold up my hand. “She’s not my beaver or my puffin. She’s not my anything. The date didn’t go well. She doesn’t want to see me again.”
“But you’ll fix it,” Faylor orders me. “You’ll call or text her, and you’ll fix it, right?”
I narrow my eyes at her. “Why are you trying to hook me up with Carolina so badly?”
Faylor looks down at her feet. Another one of her tells.
“What did you do?”
“I just thought while you’re at the reunion with Carolina, I could stay with my friend,” Faylor says in a small voice.
Crap. In my quest to be Carolina’s plus-one at the reunion, I completely forgot about Faylor. I couldn’t leave her here alone. Not for several days, even though I’d be right down the road.
“Nice try, Faylor,” I point at her. “If I were to go to the reunion, we’d be making alternate plans for you.”
She rolls her eyes and stomps out of the kitchen. “Fine!”
At least she didn’t hit me with a…
“WHAT-EVER!” Faylor screams as she slams the door to her room shut.
I’m pretty sure the parents who encourage people to have kids are just looking for drinking buddies. This parenting thing is not for the faint of heart. Or the thin-skinned.
Which reminds me - my thick skin needs to do something it absolutely doesn’t want to do.
Chapter 17
From the text messages of Carolina Saber and Rand Kestrel
Rand: *gif of a man waving a white flag*
Carolina: You surrendering something?
Rand: My dignity? *crying emoji*
Rand: Knock. Knock.
Carolina: Who’s there?
Rand: Check your front door.
Carolina: Check your front door, who?
Rand: No. Really check your front door.
Moments later...
Carolina: Chocolate cake delivery? Really?
Rand: I felt if you were going to cry over something today, it should be #awesome chocolate torte. #chocolate #bestdessertever #WhyDidn’tIOrderSomeForMyself?
Rand: So, how is it?
Carolina: I think you’re taking this hashtag thing a little too far.
Rand: Not the hashtags. The cake!
Carolina: *smiley face emoji* The best thing I’ve ever put in my mouth.
