Page 96 of Tenderfoot

Ugh!

I changed tactics. “Where is Kevin now?”

“Someplace safe.”

He said no more.

Gah!

I tried again. “Since this is happening to me and my girls, don’t you think we have the right to know what’s going on?”

“Nothing more is going to happen to you or your girls.”

That would be good.

Still, we could help. Many hands make light work and all that jazz. Not to mention, we had an uncannily dab hand with this stuff. Sure, most of it was dumb luck, but still.

On that thought, I wondered how I was going to get away from him to go to our Angels meeting, then have beer and wings, then hang with Titus for a while.

“We done talking about that?” Javi asked.

“For now,” I told him.

“We sleeping at yours or mine?” Javi asked.

I hadn’t stepped foot in my place in two days. I needed to get my mail. I needed to see how my mushroom looked with my décor (though, I already knew it’d be fab, I still wanted to see it in all its pink and white glory). I needed to make sure nothing in my fridge was spoiling.

But Javi had a bigger bed, his sheets were better, and I didn’t have any bagels.

What was I thinking?

“With Cody back on board, I’m sure I’ll be safe,” I remarked.

“With me sleeping right next to you, yeah, you’re right.”

He was annoying me, and I didn’t want to be annoyed.

I wanted to eat pizza, get our heavy discussion behind us, and then I’d recommence the discussion of sleeping in different places like any newly dating couple should do (if I was in that couple).

So I pulled out my phone and asked, “What kind of pizza do you like? I’ll order it so we don’t have to wait too long for it to show.”

“I already ordered it and scheduled a time for it to deliver, which is about ten minutes from now.”

How thoughtful!

Since I had my phone out, I disseminated the minimal information I had to the Angels text group, saying, Javi isn’t giving much, but he did say Kev talked, and whatever this is, it’s all about Trev.

As I was hitting go on that, my phone rang.

When I saw who was calling, my heart sank.

It was my mom.

Oh no.

In all that was going on, I forgot to reply to her text.

I worried my lip, trying to dredge up the courage to let the call go to voicemail.

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