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“Bingo.”
I turn to her and hold her gaze for a long time, then give a curt nod. “Okay. Then that’s what I’ll do.”
“Okay.” She stands and extends her hand. “It’s been a pleasure meeting you, Atlas.” She laughs. “Thistime.”
I smile and shake her hand. “Likewise, Scarlet. Thanks for the help.”
“You’re welcome.” She smiles as she walks me to the door. “Now go get our girl.”
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Kayla
My mom’s been hovering since I moved back from Vegas, and I know I owe her for letting me stay here after the sellers delayed escrow for another week, but I’m going stir crazy with her constantly looking over my shoulder and asking me if there’s been any change with my situation.
I should have never told her about the whole Atlas debacle and subsequent fall out, but the tabloids made it sound worse than it was, and I had no choice but to run damage control.
She knocks on my door again, and I finally pull my earbuds from my ears. “Come in.”
“Oh,” she says as she opens the door, “I didn’t think you heard me through all this wallowing.”
I roll my eyes. I get it; I’m wallowing. I’ll stop soon.
Or not.
Wallowing isn’t a sin. Is it?
Greed, lust, sloth, gluttony...
She sits on the edge of my bed. “There’s a young man here to see you.”
I sit up and look at her. There’s mischief in those familiar brown eyes. “What? Who?”
She smiles. “He’s cute.”
I stand up and walk to the door, then turn around and face her. “Mom. What did you do? I told you I’m not interested in dating any of your Bunco friends’ sons.” Oh my God, like, no, Mom, please don’t set me up with some random dude.
