“But—“
“Jo, we don’t have Colton this weekend, so I plan on having sex with my boyfriend all over every square inch of this house. Unless you want to see it, I suggest you find somewhere else to go.”
“Say no more.”
Chapter fifty-one
Crazy
Beau
"Mom, are you here?" I call as I walk into her house. "I got your message."
Earlier today, she left me a voicemail about coming over to change out her furnace filter. I stopped by after work, and honestly, I wouldn't be upset if she wasn't home. I love my mother and love when I get to see her, but she's going to take one look at me and immediately know something is wrong. She's a wizard at sussing out when I've got something on my mind.
But right now, I'm not in the mood to talk.
About anything.
It's been a day since Jo left. I tried calling her a couple of times but got no reply. I'm done doing that. I'm not going to make myself feel pathetic on top of everything else.
I've been through the gambit of emotions in the past twenty-four hours.
Sadness.
Anger.
Regret.
But I don’t want to talk about any of them right now. The silence I hear tells me I'm alone here. Thank goodness. Quickly, I walk to her mudroom in the back. It takes only a moment to slide the old filter out and the new one in.
Before I leave, I fold up the old one and put it in the trash can in the garage. Just as I'm about to escape through the front door, it swings open, and my mother walks in.
"Hey, Beau," she greets with a big smile.
"Hi, Mom. I went ahead and changed the filter for you.”
"Thanks, darlin'. I'm just not tall enough to reach that dang thing.”
"No worries. Happy to help." I put on the best fake smile I can muster. "I'll see you later."
I think I'm about to be home free, but just as I'm about to leave, she says, “Hey freeze. What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing,” I lie. "Just a little tired I guess."
"Would tired also be named Jo?" She asks while kicking off her shoes.
"Maybe."
"Come on." She gestures for me to follow her into the kitchen.
Reluctantly, I do. She opens the fridge and hands me a beer from inside.
"Mom, why do you keep buying beer? You never drink it.”
"No, but you do."
"True. But this is from a new six pack, and you know this isn't the brand I drink. So, who else have you had here drinking all your beer?" l question.
