I gasped.
“Oh wow. How quickly I have been replaced.”
Carson smirked.
“Oh, shut up. Your daughter liking your boyfriend is a good thing.”
“Samir isn’t my boyfriend,” I said.
“Your date then,” he mumbled.
I huffed.
“Maybe not even that after today.”
Carson grimaced.
“What do you mean? What happened?”
Instead of telling him, I showed him.
“Okay. I don’t get it,” he said, trying to hand my phone back, but I grabbed the bowl instead.
“What do you not get? He wants to go away with me?—”
“I mean, it’s a little last minute?—”
“A lot last minute.”
“Okay, then tell him you can’t,” Carson said.
“And then he won’t ever speak to me again.”
“Why?”
I shrugged.
“Because. You know how these things go.”
Carson didn’t say anything, just stared at me for a moment before getting up to grab some water and offering me some.
The dough was great but far too sweet after a few indulgent licks.
“Wait a minute. Do you want to go?”
“I can’t,” I mumbled.
“That’s not what I asked.”
I sighed and set the bowl down. Carson snatched it and put it in the sink, and before I could complain, filled it with water from the tap.
“Cruel!” I said.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“Ah, yeah. That,” I sighed. “Can’t go. I’m working on Saturday. And what about Ella?—”
“Cole!” Carson grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me. “Do you want to go?”
