Page 97 of Take My Heart
‘Text me his picture and I’ll send it to Jud.’
‘Jud?’ Sawyer says. ‘That’s his name? That’s a stupid name.’
‘What did I just say?’ Gina throws her hands up. ‘So annoying.’
‘You two fight like an old married couple,’ Brody says to them.
I text Gina a photo of Cam. ‘Okay, I just sent it to you.’
Gina takes out her phone. ‘I hope I still have his number.’
Sawyer shakes his head. ‘Why the hell do you have—’ He stops when he sees Gina looking at him like she’s going to strangle him if he makes one more comment about the guy.
‘I found his number,’ she says. ‘What should I say?’
‘Ask him if he saw Cam there a few weeks ago and if he was with anyone.’
‘You sure you want to know this?’ Brody asks, sounding concerned.
‘I’m not expecting to find anything. It’s possible Cam got a room there for one of his groomsmen. Two of them were from out of town.’
‘Okay, I sent it,’ Gina says. ‘I’ll let you know what he says.’
‘Let’s go,’ Sawyer says to Gina.
‘We’ll see you guys later!’ Gina says as they leave.
I follow them to the door. ‘Thanks for the beer and pizza.’
When they’re gone, Brody comes up to me, his arms going around me. ‘Want to finish where we left off?’
‘I’d love to.’
The doorbell rings.
Brody groans. ‘Now what?’
‘Maybe they forgot something.’ I open the door and see my parents standing there. ‘Mom. Dad. What are you doing here?’
‘We came to take you home,’ my dad says. ‘Go get your things.’
‘I’m not going. I told you that on the phone, several times.’
‘You don’t know what you want,’ my mom says. ‘You’re an emotional mess right now, which is understandable, but you can’t be trusted to make decisions at a time like this.’
‘She’s not going,’ Brody says from behind me. ‘She’s here for another week.’
‘Is he the man you’ve been living with?’ my dad says to me, looking at Brody with disgust. ‘Please tell me you’re not involved with him.’
‘I’m not talking about this. You need to go. I’ll see you next weekend when I’m back in Chicago.’
‘We’re not leaving without you.’ My dad pushes past me into the house. ‘Fiona, come look at this place. It’s in shambles.’
My mom comes into the house.
‘We’re renovating it,’ I say, trying to explain the mess. It’s pretty bad. The furniture is covered with sheets to keep the dust off, tools and supplies are scattered everywhere, and there are empty boxes on the floor that we haven’t broken down yet.
‘You can’t just barge into my house,’ Brody says, getting angry.
