Page 50 of Mistaken Identity
“Totally,” Eedie said. “What are you getting sued for this time?”
I had to laugh.
I got sued once a week, it felt like.
All of the instances coming from one source: the Combs.
God, I couldn’t fucking stand them.
It was also a relief to know that I wasn’t going to have to deal with them on a personal level much longer.
It was awful that I was throwing Gunner under the bus, but at least his fight would be one he could fully immerse himself in seeing as he was actually Lottie’s father.
I ripped open the papers and stared at the top page, shaking my head the more I read.
“They’re filing for an emergency injunction because they feel that Lottie’s living in an unsafe environment.” I snorted. “They’re stating that the house that I live in is too close to the high crime rate areas, and they’re unsure of Lottie’s safety there.”
“I can’t wait to hear what they say when you tell them you’re temporarily living in a McMansion in The Highlands.”
“Same,” I said. “I’ll have to get my lawyer on it.”
My lawyer didn’t come cheap, and she was doing all of the work out of the goodness of her heart until I could get my money unfrozen from probate.
I dialed Malone and placed the phone to my ear.
“Let me guess,” Malone said the moment she answered. “You’re being sued again.”
“Yep.” I popped the p. “Here’s what it’s about this time.”
“Awesome,” she snorted. “Gunner’s already been in contact with me as well. We’re going to get everything going on his end. Plus, he did tell me that you were staying with him for the time being. He’s got some interior designer on the house right now, making it sparkly and awesome. I’m sure Lottie’s lawyer will love doing a home visit at this place. I heard that it’s big and grand.”
“Understatement,” I said. “The worst part about it is the yard, and that’s because there’s no fancy landscaping. The inside is goddamn overwhelming. I can’t hear anything from the back of the house. And I’m fairly sure that there are four sets of stairs to the upper level.”
“One day, I’ll have that.” Malone sighed. “I’ll get on this. I’ll have Lottie’s lawyer come out and check everything out tomorrow. Gunner said he’d have her room and everything finished by then.”
We hung up, and I sighed.
“I like Malone,” Eedie said. “She’s so badass.”
Yes, she was.
“I think she’s bad ass, too,” I admitted. “I just wish I didn’t have to talk to her that much.”
Twelve
Get naked. Just kidding. This is a half bath. Don’t make it weird.
—Bathroom sign
CREOLE
Red-eye flights were the absolute worst.
Red-eye flights to Hawaii always seemed extra awful because of the time difference between Dallas and Hawaii.
In Dallas, we’d left at nine in the evening.
In Hawaii, we’d landed at eleven p.m.
