It would be a pretty awkward situation if Mom knew that was actually mine and Regina’s house.
“I’ve called for a service on our house just in case.”
“You’re crazy, I’m sure—”
Heavy knocks thump against my door, stuffing the words back into my mouth.
Saint pushes into my room, hand wrapped around the handle as he peeks inside.
His eyes search my room, calling my name, and his voice booms louder than usual throughout the bedroom.
Fucking hell.
I’m not built for this shit.
My gaze darts from him back to my phone, Mom’s eyebrow pinching her hairline. “Who was that?”
“Uhh.”
The silence is loud, and the weight of two pairs of eyes on me is heavy.
“Was that…Saint?” she says in my reluctance, piecing together the voice and my fake location.
I changed my mind.
I’m not thankful for past me.
In fact, I could fucking strangle her for thinking that was a great idea.
“It was.” My hand slides to the back of my heated neck, glancing back over at him.
We stare at each other, his face giving nothing away, meanwhile my heart rate’s malfunctioning whilst my mom blurts through the speaker.
“Oh my God, Indie! Are you two back together? Let me say hi, I haven’t seen him in—” But then her tone plummets. It gives me more of a scolding than her words ever could.
“Indie.”
When I look back at her, she’s no longer on the sofa, the excitement clearly boosting her off her ass.
Mom walks through the house, and a familiar voice fills the speakers.
“What is it?” Louisa asks, and Mom grins as she lowers the phone to speak to her.
“Indie’s with Saint, inEngland. Regina’s there too!” She tries to say it quietly, but she may as well be screeching through a damn megaphone in the room I’m in.
“England?!” Louisa exclaims, and Mom hushes her.
My hand moves from comforting my neck to dragging along my face. If the ground could swallow me up, I’d be eternally grateful for it.
The bed dips beside me. I didn’t even hear him sneaking over; the man seems to have the agility of a feline.
“Hi, Mrs Kent,” he says, leaning over me to look into the phone.
My muscles seize up. Between the heat from his body and his scent, I can’t fucking breathe.
Mom flashes the brightest smile I’ve seen in years. “Well, hello, stranger. You kept this quiet,Indie. Is this why you were so shifty the last time I called?”
The hairs along my arms rise.
