Page 44 of Unexpectedly Wanted
“Better?” I asked.
“Yes,” he told me with a short nod. “Okay, bye.”
Then he lightly shoved me in the direction of the door.
I took one last look at him before I left the room, wondering if he’d be heading out behind me.
I tried not to think about how he was acting strange, but the thought was there, eating away at me like I’d caused this weird shift in… whatever this was between us.
There was too much to talk about, and absolutely zero time to do so.
16
Milo
I did not want to face my parents alone, but I had no choice.
I’d already called them and told them they were welcome back at the house. Welcome wasn’t exactly the word I felt, but dared not to use anything less pleasant, or else I’d never hear the end of it from my mother. Now that I didn’t have my Remy-shaped shield, things weren’t going to be so easy. I was going to have to face both of my parents. I was going to have to sit down and have an actual conversation. Which meant that I was going to have to address everything I’d found out this morning. It had to be done. I didn’t want to deal with it, and I shouldn’t have had to, since it had nothing to do with me. But here I was.
My phone rang, causing me to jump so hard that I nearly hit my head on the ceiling of the car.
“Fuck,” I breathed out as I reached for my phone.
Remy.
Why was he calling me?
“What?” I answered, brow furrowing so tight that my vision went wonky for a second.
His chuckle floated through the speaker into my ear.
There hadn’t been enough time that had passed since I last heard it, so I wasn’t sure why I found myself missing that sound.
Ugh.
I had an idea of what was going on, but I preferred to live in the land of denial a bit longer. I already had too many problems to deal with. This shift in my relationship with Remy was not one I had time for.
“I see my absence hasn’t changed your grumpiness. Good to know,” he said in a teasing tone.
“I’m not grumpy,” I argued. “Okay, fine. Maybe I’m a little irritated. I just got home. I’m not thrilled about facing my parents, who are already here.”
“I know you just got home. That’s why I called.”
“How?” I asked, and as soon as the words left my mouth, I figured it out. He got an alert when the camera caught me pulling up in the driveway. “The app. You’re not supposed to use it to spy on me.”
He softly chuckled before he said, “Is it so bad that I wanted to call and check on you?”
“It’s… weird,” I said. Though he couldn’t see it, my nose scrunched up. Which caused my glasses to go a little crooked, and I pushed them back in place with my free hand.
“Just talk to them. Hear them out, but don’t…”
I waited.
And then got impatient.
“Don’t? What?” I asked in a rush.
“Don’t do anything. Don’t let me come back and find out that my boyfriend is engaged to, what I’m sure is, a very nice Southern lady. Don’t forget who you are and that you are worth something. Don’t… leave.”
