Page 30 of Let it Breathe
Now, my dad was ready to marry me off to him?
I'd settle for something between whore and wife.
"Listen, both of you." I sat back down. "Whether Donovan invests in Darielle is not the point. I like him, and he likes me, and he asked me and I want to go."
"Then what are you telling us for?"
"Oh, I don't know. I thought you'd be curious if you don't see me around for the next six days."
"We will survive," Mom said as she sipped her wine, set it back on the table, and picked up her book. She opened it to a random page.
When I didn't walk away, she looked up.
"Sweetie, please go. Have a good time. Enjoy yourself for once in your life. Stop taking on the problems of the world. It's going to make you old before your time. Go and be young."
"What about the vineyard?" I turned to Dad.
"We'll survive," Dad said. He and Mom laughed.
"Okay. I'll see you both later." My hand rubbed my tummy in an attempt to smooth down the grapefruit sized pit in my stomach.
"Have a good time," they said in unison.
I eyed them both before I turned and left.
"Oh, dear?" I turned toward my mother. Finally, she might have something tangible to say about this whole thing. "If you remember, can you get me some of that hurricane mix from Pat O’Briens. I just love that drink."
And with that, she went back to her book.
I left without saying another word ... until I ran into my brother.
"What are you doing here?" he asked as he got out of his little two-door red sports car. I told him when he bought the car it made him look like an asshole. He told me it was better than actually being an asshole.CJ's logic.
"Just telling Mom and Dad goodbye." I opened my car door.
"What? You running off with the famous football player." He chuckled.
My eyes grew wide.
"Oh, shit. You are?"
I crossed my arms over my chest.
"No, I'm just going to the Super Bowl with him."
"Really." He leaned back on the hood of his car and crossed his legs at the ankles and his arms over his chest.
"What?" I glared, tired of playing these games with the people in my life.
"I don't know. It’s strange that's all. You say you two have been dating, but we never heard you talk about him," he said while cleaning his nails with his keys. "In a matter of two days, you're screwing him in the barrel room and flying off together."
"Why are you so suspicious?" I asked as I yanked open my car door.
"Why are you so paranoid?"
I sighed, flexing my fingers over the open car door.
"I have a right to be, don't you think."
