Don’t go pushing it, Williams.
I guess since I don’t know who it was, I can’t properly thank them, can I?
Little wench. Now she’s playing me, and she knows it.
Matthew:
What would properly thanking them entail?
Maybe if they knew there was a reward, they’d be more inclined to come forward.
Trouble:
Doesn’t matter now, it’s already too late. *sigh*
Matthew:
Well, you could always share with me.
Fake boyfriends should have some perks.
“What are you smiling at?” Becky asks, trying to peek at my phone, but I quickly lock it.
I glare at her. “None of your business. Don’t be so nosy.”
“That’s my job.” She jabs me in the side. “After all, I’m your favorite sister.”
“Myonlysister.”
Becky pokes her tongue out at me. “Same difference.”
“C’mon, Red. Leave the poor guy alone. Can’t you see he’s texting his girl?”
My stomach tightens at his words.
My girl.
No, Jessica isn’t my girl.
Not really.
Then why the hell do I like the sound of that?
My brother-in-law winks at her. “I’m sure you wouldn’t want to show other people our messages, now would you?”
My sister blushes, which makes me groan.
“TMI,” Chase grumbles from the other side of the table. “Seriously, why are y’all even still here?”
Rose swats him gently on the arm, chuckling. “Be nice.” She turns to me, giving me a soft smile. “I think it’s cute. You should invite her over for a family dinner sometime.”
Family dinner.
My throat feels tight, so I have to force the words out. “Thanks, Rose.”
I look around, suddenly feeling restless here. In the house I grew up in, that feels nothing like it, surrounded by my siblings who have their shit figured out.
It’s like the walls of my childhood home are closing in on me, making it hard to breathe.
