Page 12 of Take My Love
That’s notexactlythe truth…but I don’t correct him.
“That was years ago. Surely she’s not still upset about it.” Maisie glances between us.
“Trust me, she is,” I say, stabbing a piece of my sausage. Posey and I rarely cross paths, but when we do, she avoids my gaze. “She hasn’t talked to me in years.”
“Years?” Maisie gasps. “That can’t be right.”
“It’s true,” Warren confirms, sitting next to her with his food. “Posey deemed him enemy number one. Anytime he’s with me, she leaves or blatantly ignores him.”
Maisie’s quiet for a moment but has a look of determination on her face. “Hm…I’m gonna call her. Doesn’t hurt to ask.”
She pulls out her phone, and I already know it’s not going to go well.
“Good mornin’, my favorite sister-in-law,” Posey singsongs, sounding happier than I’ve heard her in ages.
“Hello tomyfavorite sister-in-law.” Maisie grins as if this greeting is the norm between them. “I have a big favor to ask.”
“Okay, shoot.”
My heart pounds, and my palms sweat with nerves. There’s no way she’s going to agree but a small part of me that hopes she does. Even if it’d be awkward, it’d be better than staying anywhere else.
The last thing I want to do is go to my parents with my tail between my legs and ask if their thirty-year-old son can move home.
It’s bad enough I have to tell them the engagement is off. I’d like to have some dignity left.
My older siblings are married with small children, so it’s not like they have room for me either.
“It’d mean a lot to both me and Warren, so please remember that,” Maisie tells her, and I brace myself.
“You’re pregnant? And you want me to be the godmother? I accept!”
Maisie snorts. “No, not quite. We have a friend who could use a place to stay while they look for an apartment, so would you mind a roommate?”
“Depends…” Posey’s drawls. “Who is it?”
Maisie’s gaze meets mine briefly beforeresponding. “It’s Silas.”
“Are you fuckin’ kidding me? Not happenin’. Please tell me you’re jokin’.”
I close my eyes at the anger in each syllable as her voice goes up an octave.
“Did your asshole husband ask you to fuck with me?”
“Posey, I’m being serious. Aundrea broke up with him and he has nowhere to go.”
Ah yes, that doesn’t make me sound desperate and pathetic.
“That’s literally not my problem. He can sleep with the goats for all I care.”
“Posey,” Warren’s deep voice bellows. “He can hear you.”
“Motherfuckers! I hate y’all.”
“It’s fine,” I blurt, not wanting them to fight on my behalf. “I’ll figure somethin’ else out.”
“Time to get over your unrequited crush, Posey. You’re the most forgivin’ person I know. Why can’t you let this go?” Warren asks.
The line goes silent, and I wouldn’t be surprised if she hung up.
