Page 59 of Things Left Unsaid

“If you think I’m going to trust you anywhere near her after the last time you turned my girlfriend into one of your mistresses, you’re an idiot. Back off, Pops. I’ll make you regret it if you try anything else.”

“You can’t throw me out of my own home.”

“Watch me. I’m having Mrs. Abelman pack up your stuff. She’ll be shipping it to Saskatoon within the next few weeks.

“This is my ranch.

“Mine.

“I can do whatever the hell I want with it and invite whoever the hell I want onto it. You’re no longer welcome.”

“You little shit?—”

“I learned it from the best.”

Not letting him make a rebuttal, I disconnect the call and text her:

Me: He won’t be a problem anymore.

The trouble with Pops is that I know he can’t let shit go. Can’t help himself.

This won’t be the last we hear of him, but what I did tonight, I’ll do again.

If this marriage is going to be anything more than two one-time friends-cum-strangers being ‘donors’ for a child that neither knew they were going to share until a few days ago, then she has to know I’ll keep her safe.

That’s the least I can offer her.

Text Chat

THE FOLLOWING DAY

Calder: You not talking to us now?

Carson: Don’t blame her

Colby: We were jerk-offs

Calder: But you know how Grand-mère is, Zee. She went all Rabid Wolves on our asses

Colby: She’s not answering :(

Calder: We suck

Carson: Harder than Holly from Advanced Calculus.

Calder: LMFAO

Colby: We got Dysons for mouths?

Zee: Guys, if this is your way of making it up to me for BETRAYING me, it’s not working

Colby: We owe you like a trillion

Carson: But with the exchange rate how it is, can we owe you in CAD and not USD?

Colby: Why would she need USD when she’s coming home?

Carson: So, a trillion CAD

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