“A party?”
“On campus. A date, if you will.”
“Look at you go. Condo, jobs, potential companionship. And you were worried?”
I grin. “Yeah, I sometimes forget I can do anything I put my mind to.”
“Th
is is true. So, who’s the lucky lady?”
“Angie Paxton.”
I’m met with silence. “Oh Jesus, Asher. No. Not Angie.”
“What? Why?”
“She’s a baby!”
“She’s eighteen.”
“A baby! Lucy is going to flip.”
I laugh. “We’re not dating, dating. I haven’t even kissed her yet.”
“Benji might too, and all those Sinclairs will come after you. Lord help you.”
“Stop being so dramatic.”
“This is almost as bad as Aiden getting with Shelli. I saw his death. I saw Shea and the twins coming to murder him. That was only three of them. I feel like there are a hundred Sinclairs.”
I chuckle loudly. “I don’t see it going anywhere, Mom. I’m just having fun.”
“Can’t you have fun with Ally?”
I can’t exactly admit that’s why I am going to the party. It’s not to hang with Angie but to keep an eye on Ally. Taco loves parties, so I know he’ll be there. “I will. She is going too.”
“Don’t call me when people find out about this. I want to be completely oblivious. You know what? This conversation didn’t happen.”
“Now I know where your daughters get their dramatics from.”
“Okay, smartass. My marketing team just showed up. Let me let you go.”
“All right. Love you, Mom.”
“Love you, and I’m very proud of you, minus the Angie thing. I have no clue about that.”
She hangs up on the sound of my laughter. I have a grocery list, and I promised I would pick everything up. I may only be staying a week, but at least I do chores. When I pull up to Aldi, I put the car in park and then grab my phone to text Ally.
Me: Guess what?
Ally T: What?
Me: I got the job at Bellevue.
Ally T: !!!!! WELL, DUH! That’s super awesome! CONGRATULATIONS!
I beam.