She only nods as she answers the door. Owen and I get up, going to the entry to see who it is—only to find the very topic of our discussion in my mom’s doorway.
Oh. Fuck.
Mom smiles sweetly. “Can I help you?”
“Hi, I know this is super unannounced and it’s late. I’m so sorry, but it took me an hour to get here because I got a flat tire and then I almost ran out of gas and then I got lost because my sister gave me the wrong address. It’s not 1353, like she said, but 1453, as you know, so it’s been a thing. But, um, sorry, none of that matters. I’m sorry, though.”
Damn, she’s cute when she’s nervous. I want to wrap her in my arms and hold her, but I can’t move.
She’s at my house.
Callie is at my house.
She’s Nico’s daughter-person-thing.
I swallow hard. I might die.
Callie’s hands move wildly in front of her. “Um, sorry. But, um, does Evan Adler live here?”
Mom looks back at me, perplexed, while Callie’s eyes follow Mom’s gaze and land on me.
She lets out a long sigh as relief fills her features.
Beside me, Owen screeches like a fucking hyena. “Oh my God, you totally slept with Nico’s kid.”
I look from Callie to my brother then back to her.
Is it too early to take another dose of my meds?