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“Did you ever hear back from Adam after we left today?”
I turn on Francesca quickly. “No, Chess. I didn’t. It was the same old bullshit he pulled time and time again. Only this time, it affected my son.”
“His son too, Chelsea.” She’s holding my eyes, not backing down. But I won’t either.
“He should have called me. He should have waited the hour for me to get home. Don’t take his side on this, you know he’s wrong.”
I push past her, getting into the driver's seat. I take a deep breath trying to calm down before I drive like a lunatic with my son in the car. I don’t glance back at Chess, but I feel her watching me.
Goddamnit Adam, just when we were getting somewhere. I should have known, nothing good lasts forever.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
ADAM
When Mr. Dollston called to say his upstairs bathroom, that we just finished, had water pouring from the ceiling, I had to run right over there. He spent a ton of money redoing it, and the plumber he used was someone I recommended. It’s not a good look for House O’Love Construction if he hired a shoddy guy that I recommended.
I sent a text to Chelsea letting her know I was bringing Dominic to daycare and ran out the door.
Four hours later, I finally had the leak contained. It was not my guy’s fault, thank God, and I’ve taken measurements to get everything cleaned up again for Mr. Dollston.
I head out to my truck, pick up my phone and my heart skips a beat. Starting the engine, I see no less than fifty missed calls and text messages. Most of them from Chelsea Jo.
I try calling her back, but it goes straight to voicemail. I race home and see her car isn’t in our driveway. Looking to Francesca’s house, I seethe lights on and both her and Jackson’s vehicles are in the driveway, so I give her a call.
“Chess? Sissy, is everyone ok? I’ve got a ton of missed calls and CJ’s car…”
“Adam.”
I stop at her tone of voice, and notice Chelsea’s car in the driveway across the street. Francesca’s old house, also the one Adley is currently staying in.
“Adam.” I hear her repeat my name, but my mind is spinning.
“…you didn’t call her, she was frantic…”
“…didn’t know where you were…”
“… didn’t know Dom was with Farrah…”
“Fuck,” I grind out the word then end the call with my sister. I sent her a text, why is she so mad? I look at my phone again, opening the chat and see the red circle with an exclamation point in the middle, signaling the text never went through.
“Fuck me!” I yell, yanking my hat off and pulling at my hair, I trudge up the walk and pound on the door.
Adley swings the door open and gives me a look of warning.“She’s furious with you.”
“I didn’t know the text didn’t go through. Let me in!” I bully my way in but pull up short when I see Chelsea standing in the middle of the living room, eyes red and puffy.
“Lower. Your. Voice.” Her threatening words fill the room and the tension surrounding us is so thick I can choke on it.
“CJ…”
“Don’t CJ me. You were supposed to be with him today.”
“I was! We played with his trucks, I made him lunch, and then I got a call that there was a leak at a house I just fixed.”
“So, you decide to drop Dom at daycare instead of sticking to the plan?”
“I didn’t just drop him. I called Farrah, she said it was fine?—”
