Page 50 of Unexpectedly Falling
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
“Oh, and Jensen?” Her tone is serious as she leans her forearms on the hood and meets my gaze.
“Yeah?”
“It’s good bein’ nice.” I’m about to roll my eyes when she adds, “Doesn’t mean you can’t ask for what you want.” Giving me a little wave, she climbs into the truck and honks the horn as she pulls away, leaving me contemplating her words.
It’s a lot to process, but it’ll have to wait as my radio crackles to life for the second time this morning.
24
NESSA
“What the hell isthis?!” I hiss, grabbing my phone and stabbing the call button next to Kinsley’s name.
“Good morning, Sunshine,” she says far too brightly for my liking. Remi blinks at me like she agrees.
“What the hell did you order me? It’s like you don’t know me at all.” I huff indignantly.
“It’sbecauseI know you that I didn’t listen to you.” I bark out a laugh and I can practically hear her smile through the line. “Just try them on. You like the wide-leg pants, so I threw in a couple of those, an off-the-shoulder sweater, a couple of shirts you can wear to the university, but try on the rompers—I’ll wait.”
“I don’t want to,” I whine which only makes her double down.
“Oh my gosh,” she grumbles and then my phone is beeping with an incoming video chat that she’ll never let me ignore.
“Your Auntie Kinsley is the worst,” I say in lieu of greeting as our faces fill the screen.
“Oh my goodness, look at her!” Kinsley coos as I carry the baby and my phone into the living room to grab her playmat.Propping my phone on the dresser, I get Remi settled and pull my shirt over my head.
“Rompers—go!”
“I still don’t like it.”
“Well, if you’d just put your big girl panties on and get some adult clothes, we wouldn’t have to do this.”
“I always have my big girl panties on,” I snap as I shimmy out of my shorts and toss them on the bed, leaving me in a matching black sports bra and boy shorts set.
“Agree to disagree. Now try the army-green one on.”
Muttering under my breath, I pick up the capped-sleeve pantsuit and stare at my phone, “How do you even put this thing on?”
“There’s a tie in the back, drama queen.”
“I amnota drama queen. Clothes shouldn’t have instructions to just put them onandI still have to get naked every time I need to pee.”
“But look how cute you are!” she squeals as I wrestle on the one-piece outfit and secure the tie behind my neck.
It’s surprisingly comfortable, the fabric loose and flattering and soft, and the stupid thing has pockets.
Damn her.
“It’s okay to admit that you like it.”
“I’d rather not.”
She gives me a wicked grin that screamsI told you so,which I ignore as I take off the first one and pull the second from the bag.
Just as begrudgingly, I like this black one with the scoop-neck tank top and buttons down the front.
