My phone did that dreaded vibration again, making me cringe because I knew it would be another email from my old team.
I ignored it and answered the call.
“Hello?” Wrath filled every syllable.
“Nettie?” Boone said hesitantly. “Is everything okay?”
I gritted my teeth. “I just ran into your mother and sister.”
There was a long moment of silence and then, “She will not use that name.”
I instantly relaxed.
I knew he wouldn’t let them. He would figure out a way to fix this.
Because if I had to listen to Felicia call her child Julep, I just might lose it.
That was my baby’s name.
Mine and Boone’s pride and joy.
Fuck them.
“What did you need?”
Seeing as we’d just left each other an hour ago, I never expected him to get in touch with me so fast.
We usually tried to give it a day or two.
We liked to pretend like we weren’t as addicted to each other as we actually were.
“I was hoping that you could come to my dad’s office for a little bit,” he said softly. “There are some things I need to tell you.”
Color me intrigued.
“I was about to have lunch with my sister and Weaver.”
“Bring them,” he suggested. “We’ll order food in.”
I looked over at Weaver, then offered lunch with Boone to him.
He eyed me curiously, knowing how we didn’t get along at all, but ultimately nodded his head. “You know your sister won’t care.”
“We will be there in ten minutes,” I said. “No fried food. It makes me want to vomit.”
There was a moment of silence and then, “Not pepperoni this time?”
“Nope. Pizza is perfectly fine this time,” I said, swallowing hard.
I hated that he remembered stuff like that.
I hated even more that I liked that he remembered stuff like that.
“What about steak?”
My favorite meal ever.
“I’d love it, but maybe next time,” I whispered quietly. “Done. Tell Weaver to text me what he’d like from Harvest.”
