Page 123 of Roommate's Guide to Love

All three of us hold our breaths as she grabs the pen and furiously scribbles her name on the line.

That a girl, Bonnie. Stay fucking stupid.

“There!” she says, pushing the contact back to Logan. “Now give me the check.”

Logan starts to hand her the check, and I realize at this point I never asked him if it was a dummy check or if she’s actually about to hold half a million dollars.

“You’re a sucker, just like your father,” she says, the check inches away from her. “Have a good life without your precious bar.”

“Absolutely not! Porter! Stop!”

Every set of eyes whips around to the front door as a young woman marches in.

Wait…is that…

“Missy?”

Bonnie said it, but we were all thinking it.

And with that entrance, Plan B has now shifted into Plan What the Fuck.

“What the hell is going on?” I whisper to Logan, who just smiles.

“We found her early this morning. Maeve went to get her. We didn’t know if we’d make it in time, so we didn’t say anything.”

“Wow,” I whisper, in awe of everything. “This wasn’t on my bingo card.”

I stand in awe as my hiding siblings come out of the woodwork, ready to look and watch whatever’s about to go down.

“Porter. Did you really sign the bar away?”

He looks to Logan, who gives him a subtle nod. Okay, we’re still pretending. “Yeah. I just did.”

“Well, fuck that,” Missy says, now turning her sights to Bonnie. “Really, Mom? This is what you’re doing?”

“Missy, I don’t know what you heard, but I?—”

“Save it,” she snaps. “I’ve been filled in on your stunt. How fucking dare you try and take Grace from Porter. This is what I wanted. But like always, you can’t accept that and think that everyone’s out to get you.”

“You are,” she says. “Taking my grand baby away.”

“Please. How long did it take you to realize I was gone? Oh, that’s right, two weeks. Two weeks, Bonnie, before you texted me to see where I was. Clearly you missed us so much.”

“Oh damn…” Everyone looks at me after the comment. “Oh, come on, y’all were thinking it too.”

Missy turns to Porter. “I hear you have something for me to sign.”

He nods and looks back to Simon, who hands Logan an envelope. “We had these drawn up for when we finally tracked you down. It’s permanently forfeiting your parental rights and stating that you want Grace to be raised under Porter’s care.”

Missy takes the documents and pen, but doesn’t sign yet, instead she shoots daggers at Bonnie. “This is what I wanted. I wanted Porter to raise her. I wanted Grace permanently away from you. And I’m going to make sure that it happens.”

She signs her name on the paper, slamming the pen down. “There. Now you don’t have to sell The Joint.”

“Ha!” Bonnie yells. “You’re too late. I already signed the contract, and it was promising me a half a million to not go for custody. I’d like my check now, please.”

“Actually,” Logan says, ripping the check in half, “our deal is off the table.”

“Excuse me!” Bonnie screams. “What do you mean it’s off the table? I signed a contract. You owe me!”

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