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“Dropping it off?”

Sigh.

“Stopping by to say, hello?”

This earns me a frustrated frown and I blurt, “Please tell me you don’t expect me to stay there?”

“Why not?” he grunts. “No one would suspect it.”

“But that’s your mom,” I sputter, and he glances at me sideways.

“So?”

“Oliver, I can’t sleep under the same roof as your mom. She’s going to know we fucked…”

Again, he glances at me weirdly and I sigh. “Don't you get it? She’s gonna hate me if she doesn't already.”

“It's fine. I’ll talk to her,” he grumbles and I turn away with a huff. Clearly, he doesn't understand. Add it to the list of shit I’ve given up trying to drill into his stubborn ass head.

Chapter 36

Penny

When we roll up to his house, I stare at the innocent façade and bite my lip. Does he see how fucking inappropriate this is? I slept with his mother’s husband. Shit. So did Dixie.

Beyond that, the prosecutors haven’t dropped the charges pertaining to her death and so her husband is sitting in jail accused of her murder.

Does she hate us? I don’t fucking know, and I have zero desire to find out. Although there’s a weird little voice telling me to stop fighting it because if I want anything to work with Oliver, I have to eventually meet and hopefully get along with his mother.

This is such a cluster fuck.

Oliver is halfway to the door when he realizes I’m not behind him and he turns back to the car. It’s obvious he’s in a foul mood but I can’t say that I care. I’m not exactly feeling cheery myself.

How is this going to go down? Is he going to introduce me as his girlfriend?

Sigh.

I shove the door open when Oliver marches toward me and raise my hand. Okay. I get it. I’m not pleased and when he’s not acting like an angry bear, I’ll explain why.

The front yard of his childhood home is not the place, especially because I’m pretty sure his mom is watching us through the window.

Silently I approach him and stop, tipping my head back. His eyes flicker and he looks away before saying gruffly, “Look, I know it’s weird. But this is the safest place for you to be. No one is going to assume you’re staying in the home of a serial killer, especially one accused of your sister's murder.”

It does make sense, I guess, but it still feels really disrespectful. However, that’s not the fucking point anymore, not after his damn statement.

“No one…who?”

He doesn’t know about Bone, so what is he so worried about?

“Not now,” he says, and I grab his arm.

“What’s going on?”

“Penny, I don’t have time for this,” he growls, and I smack his arm.

“Make time,” I hiss, ready to explode.

All of which goes out the window when his mom opens the door and eyes me coolly.

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