Page 116 of Billion Dollar Mistake

I hang up and head downstairs for a late breakfast.

Summer is beside the toaster in her dachshund pajamas.

“Morning,” I say.

She twists. The corner of her mouth lifts. “Well, hello.”

“What?” I ask. Her expression clearly shows she wants to know something.

“How was meeting the Lincolns?” she asks. Her bagel pops out of the toaster, so she turns back and retrieves it and adds a layer of cream cheese.

I go to make a bagel myself, my mouth watering as I look at hers.

“It was amazing. His family is so welcoming.”

“The brothers?”

“They were nice. One is a little quiet and the other a little rude, but I’m unsure if that was deliberate or if he doesn’t know how to talk to a woman.”

She carries her plate and steps back to give me room to make mine. “What do you mean?” she asks before taking a bite of her bagel.

I put mine in the toaster and explain.

“Chelsea and I were talking and he kind of made a dick of himself about Chelsea drinking.”

Her face screws up. “Awkward.”

Speaking of Chelsea. I’m worried about her. Did she break up with Bobby? Is that why she hugged Evan and then left?

“Yeah. Hey, where is Chelsea?”

“She went to work, why?”

I exhale heavily.

I look at the front door and debate if I should tell Summer what I saw between her and Evan.

“Tell me.”

I spread cream cheese and whisper, “Please don’t say anything though.”

“Oh shit, what happened?”

“Nothing bad. Can we sit?”

We both sit.

“So she disappeared around the time the douchebag was meant to pick her up.”

“He didn’t pick her up! I’m going to kill him,” Summer adds.

“I’d be angry if I didn’t see what I saw.”

She pauses her bagel that was on her way to her mouth. “What did you see?”

“I walked out the front and Jeremy’s brother, Evan—he’s the quiet one—was hugging Chelsea. At first I couldn't see her face. All I could see was his hand rubbing her back.”

“Chelsea? No!”

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