Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 133738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 669(@200wpm)___ 535(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 669(@200wpm)___ 535(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
I just knew I’d face it with more awareness and more support than I’d done before.
This all meant, two calls back to back from the same number, I took the call.
And I found immediately, as usual, I shouldn’t have taken the call.
Because right after I said hello, my mom cried, “Evan, don’t hang up!”
The elevator came, the doors sliding open, and I stared into it.
But I didn’t get into it.
“Evan?” she called.
The elevator doors closed.
“Evan!” she snapped.
“I am not talking to you about Mick, Rob or Dad, and if you say ugly things to me, Mom, about anything, including me, or Rob, I’m hanging up and blocking this number too.”
“Sweetheart, I’m not gonna say ugly things to you.”
I made no reply.
“Your stepdad served me with divorce papers,” she told me.
“I know. Danny and I see Rob a lot and I talk to him all the time.”
She sounded hurt when she asked, “You do?”
“He never treated me like shit,” I pointed out.
“Evie—”
“Mom, I’m doing something important. Is there something you need?”
“So Rob has met your man?”
“Yes,” I said shortly.
“Your stepfather has met him, but your mother has not.”
Now she sounded pouty.
“I’ll repeat, Rob never treated me like shit. Now, is there something you need?”
Silence.
“Mom,” I prompted.
“Well…”
She said no more.
“Spit it out.”
She spat something out.
The question, “When did you get so sassy?”
I wasn’t going to answer that, with the answer being, “too late, but still, just in time.”
“Mom,” I said warningly.
“It’s your brother,” she said like she didn’t want to say it.
“Don’t,” I again warned.
“Your stepfather left me high and dry. I got a job, but I’ve only been at it a week. I don’t have the money to—”
And there it was.
Mick, with whatever Mick was up to now (though I noted he was alive and breathing to do it, unlike what he wanted me to think would be his state after all was said and done), needed money.
And Mom was now his only avenue to getting it, what with Dad copping a guilty plea for burglary, vandalism and possession with intent to distribute. He bought a nickel, and according to Jet, who asked Eddie, if he behaved himself, probably would be out in two, at most three years.
Not that Dad would ever front Mick money.
In fact, not that Dad ever had any money.
In the interim, after I heard Mick had survived a situation he tried to convince me he’d never survive, I had not kept track of Mick because I didn’t want to know about Mick.
Not for the last two months.
Not now.
But clearly, he needed cash, and Mom needed someone—that someone being not her—to give it to him.
“Goodbye, Mom.”
“Evie!”
I hung up.
I blocked her new number.
And I tagged the elevator button.
When I arrived outside the door to the suite, I hit yet another button and looked up at the camera above the door outside Danny’s office.
I then waited for them to scope me out on their kickass system inside, heard the click and low buzz that meant I was in, opened the door and strolled into the command center with its theater-style rows of stations facing an array of television screens with glass-walled offices and conference rooms to the sides.
Seriously, and I didn’t care how nerdy it meant I was, I wanted to dig into this setup. There were so many cable covers over stuff snaking on the floor and up to the workstations and into the walls, I almost salivated every time I walked in there.
I pushed thoughts aside of Hawk’s system, and after spotting Danny standing on the third landing (along which was where his workstation was) with Hawk, a gorgeous blonde with a better ass than mine, and a little, insanely beautiful, dark-haired girl clinging to Hawk’s leg, I looked to the ground floor office at the left, and found it empty.
Elvira was, again, proving elusive.
Her office was unoccupied.
Drat.
She’d been out the two other times I’d been to the offices as well.
Sidney had had cosmos with her three times and been vaguely invited over to Elvira’s place for something called “boards.”
Sidney said she was spectacular (that was the actual word she used).
And Danny and all the guys talked about her like she was their annoying, and ridiculously lovable, older sister.
As for me…
I’d never clapped eyes on the woman.
In other words, I was dying to meet her.
My heels clicked on the floor as I made my way to Danny, my attention moving to him, to see his gaze focused not on my jeans, not on my silky button-down top, but on my feet. And his lips were tipped up in a sexy way that made me wonder if my adjustments to my ensemble from lunch to now were for him, or for me.
I had to look away when I came abreast with Boone, who seemed to be leaving.
“I have words to say to you,” I told him, stopping as my way to indicate he should stop so I could read him about spending time with some other woman who was not Ryn.