“Nice setup.” Maddox’s eyes go to the screen.
“Thanks.”
“Do you always watch your neighbor’s house?”
And that just got weird. “I moved the cameras in that direction when the place was empty. Since she’s living there alone now…I…um…just like to make sure she’s safe over there.”
Maddox nods. “I watch Mindy too.”
Um, what? He thinks I like—“It’s not like that.”
Maddox smiles but doesn’t say a word.
Time To Celebrate
Greer
If I could drink, last night after visiting with the mayor would have been the time to do it. I don’t know if it would have been a celebratory drink or an ironic one.
Both, probably.
My mother’s words on the other hand…it’s better not to think about what she said. It’s bad enough that she thought I should get back together with Darrel. The rest…
I think I’ll stay in bed all day and ignore life.
Ignoring it for today sounds like a great idea to me. It isn’t my fault that this bed is so comfortable.
Creed! He needs breakfast. Fine, I’ll just get up for a little bit, then climb back into the nice warm bed.
Why am I letting Darrel get in my head? Maybe the desire to sleep has nothing to do with Darrel and everything to do with the baby growing inside of you. My hand goes to the barely there bump.
Did the diet Mother put me on affect the baby? Why aren’t I showing yet? I should see the doctors and tell them what happened. They’re going to want to do the genetic testing.
Should I let them?
My phone rings on the nightstand.
I reach for it and click on it as soon as I see Winnie’s name on the screen.
“He’s divorced,” she practically shouts in my ear. “The papers were filed yesterday, but my private detective waited until this morning to call me. Don’t worry, I set the man straight. Now any info he finds on Darrel will be considered an emergency.”
“I know.”
“Wait. What? How? Did he call you? Did he come over and tell you? Please don’t tell me that creep went to you for sympathy.”
“Worse. My mother called me.”
“Oh. Oh. That woman doesn’t deserve the title. We’re on the way. We’ll see you through this. And have some breakfast.” The phone clicks off.
My friends are coming.
Now!
I pop out of bed and start getting myself presentable.
***
Forty-five minutes later, my doorbell rings. There’s no need to check to see who it is.
