Page 49 of Undone, Love Times Three

I’m not sure of the legalities. If enough people come forward to say what they saw, and social media continues lamenting Faulkner, this can only bolster her defense against the suit. It’s brilliant.

Faulkner is getting tagged in a lot of the posts too and not in a good way.

She might not have been able to fight them in the courtroom, but the court of public opinion, in these days of social media campaigns, might be what sways it.

Purchasing advertising space at Wrigley Field, is another way to gain support, without pulling a professional baseball team into the situation.

Thousands of people will see it. The intrigue and testimonials will make 312 so popular. Now it’s out there in the millions. It’s a touch of genius.

“Uncle Dan!” A shrill voice breaks me from my focus on the campaign Blue is running to save her livelihood. “I’m hungry, mom says get a move on.”

Pocketing my phone, I scoop up my niece and blow a raspberry on her cheek, making her giggle. There is only so long I’m going to get away with this before she’s a sulky pre-teen and a troublesome teenager.

When I get outside Stuart has tossed all their things into the car and locks it.

“What’s up?” I ask. We’re supposed to be going closer to home for some food.

“We’ve decided to eat down here,” Stuart says. “And all I’ve seen for the past few days is this place which is trending. They sell this exclusive beer I want to try. It’s only a block from here.I checked the website, it’s kid friendly till six so we’ve got time to eat.”

“Do you always have to follow these social media trends?” Jen sighs.

“It’s part of my job. Although I’m more interested in the beer, babe,” he grins. “I’ve heard it’s amazing, and exclusive.”

“You want to go to Blue’s Hideaway?” I set Deirdre down.

“You know it?” Jen asks, eyeing me.

“Kinda.”

“How?”

My sister can bring about the Spanish Inquisition when she wants to know something.

“It’s where Faulkner,” I pause and glance at the kids. Jen understands.

Stuart explains what is happening while the kids toss the ball to each other. Jen doesn’t like Faulkner for the simple fact he punched me in the face. Finding out he is suing a small neighborhood bar pisses her off. Knowing that this trending bar might hurt him, brings out her evil side.

“Now I want to go there.”

“It’ll be packed, Jen. It’s a popular place after the game.”

“I’m sure you can get us a table. You were attacked in there after all.”

“You think I can use that to get us a table?”

I don’t say there are other reasons I could get a table. I’d never expect her to do that for me. Plus, I don’t want to show up for the first time after our night together with my family in tow.

“I’ve just booked us a table online,” Stuart holds up his phone. “Let’s go.”

“Fucks sake,” I mumble.

“Uncle Dan said a bad word.”

“Tattletale,” I poke Liam in the shoulder.

“Yeah, don’t do that,” Elliott says. “One day you’re gonna need Uncle Dan to bail you out of trouble and he’ll remember this.”

“Elliott Bartholomew Gaines.”

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