Holy shit. It’s fully stocked! When did this happen? I haven’t gone shopping and have been surviving mostly on takeout.
Did Zander… ?
Ugh, that rock is now a cement block that’s nearly dragging me to the floor. There’s so much food that it can’t just be for him. He got groceries for both of us.
I’ve never even bothered to ask him if he wants anything when I ordered out.
Dropping my forehead against the edge of the fridge’s door, I let out a long groan. Wow… I’m a huge piece of shit.
Grabbing a package of sliced turkey, mayo, mustard, tomatoes, lettuce, and bread, I set everything out on the kitchen island and make myself a sandwich.
Then I make one for Zander. My attempt at an olive branch. I even put a few olives on the plate. Maybe he’ll think it’s funny?
No, it’s stupid. He won’t get it. Still, I cover the plate with plastic wrap and stick it back in the fridge with a note sayingFor Zander.
As I’m shutting the fridge door again, my phone buzzes on the island. Heart in my throat, thinking it could somehow be Zander, I lunge for it.
When I see that Sutton sent me a text, my cheeks burn with mortification.
Ugh, I need to chill the fuck out. I suck in a deep breath and open Sutton’s message.
Sutton: SOS! I repeat - SOS!
I frown. What’s going on now? This isn’t the first time Sutton’s reached out with some sort of crisis - usually it has to do with her freakishly controlling family.
Rylee: What’s going on?
Sutton: It’s my mother. She’s trying to set me up again.
Oooooh, that’s unfortunate.
Rylee: What type of guy has she lined up this time?
Sutton: Oh, just another trust fund mama’s boy who spends more on his hair than I do.
Rylee: Maybe he has a nice personality?
Sutton: HAH! You’re funny, Rylee. Always so funny.
Yeah, I thought that’d be a stretch.
Rylee: What are you going to do? Do you need me to make another phone call as ‘Dr. Benson’ and tell you about your new herpes medication while I’m on speaker?
Sutton: Noooo… I wish. Mom’s caught on to that one, and she’s warned Dad about it too. I’m not sure what I’m going to do yet, but it might involve a spur of the moment trip to Europe. Wanna come?
I chuckle and shake my head.
Rylee: You know how much I love to go with you on your escape-an-unwanted-fiance trips, but I can’t right now. Gotta stay in Denver.
Sutton: Damn. Fair. Okay, I’ll keep you posted on what I decide.
Rylee: I have total faith that you will shake this mama’s boy just like you have all the others.
Sutton: Appreciate the vote of confidence. Love you!
Rylee: Love you too!
Geez, sometimes I forget that Sutton is from a whole different world than I am. I can’t even imagine what it would be like to have my mom playing matchmaker for me, only to suggest the douchiest of douches. Even though Sutton is a grown ass woman capable of making her own decisions, her family insists on trying to control her and mold her into their ideal socialite girl.
