“Kaelynn!” I shouted, opening my clutch and digging my phone out. I stopped when I saw three missed calls from her.
“Oh no. Kaelynn tried to call me. Three times.”
I hit play and put it on speakerphone.
“Morgan, you need to call me back. I know how your father knows. Your father saw you leaving the hotel on Saturday and then saw Blake leaving not long after. He said he didn’t have to put much together when Blake asked about you this evening and you looked ready to be sick when you thought he was with Raine. Then Blake nearly passed out when he saw you. He said something about how beautiful you looked. You two really suck at this! Nash figured it out not long after. That little rendezvous the two of you pulled was not smart.”
I groaned and dropped my head back against the limo seat yet again. This time I hit it a few times.
“Y’all didn’t . . . Did you?”
I gave Rich a look that said he was an idiot for asking.
“Holy shit. Your parents were in the same building!”
I hit him on the chest and then dialed Kaelynn’s number. I had no idea why I put it on speakerphone. Maybe I needed Rich’s help with this call. Some therapist I was—I couldn’t even take a phone call alone.
“Hello?”
“Why are you whispering?” I whispered back.
“I’m in the backseat of my in-laws’ car.”
“Oh, freaking great.”
“Yeah.”
“Does Nash know?”
“Yep.”
“Has he talked to Blake?”
“Um, that is so sweet to invite us. Nash is heading over to Sedotto to meet up with his friend Blake, so maybe another time?”
“Shit!” Rich and I said at the same time.
“Yes, I’m sorry about that.”
“Whose idea was it to meet there?”
She cleared her throat.
“Blake?”
“Yes.”
“Does he have a death wish?”
“It would seem that way, yes.”
“How angry is Nash?”
“Surprisingly? Not at all.”
“Huh?”
“Yeah, my thoughts too.”