Page 52 of Broken Dreams
I grin and hug them both again. No matter the reason or the hell I’m going to pay, I have my girls here and I can’t be upset about that. “I’m just so happy you’re here.”
We split apart and they fill me in about the town and everyone there. They tell me all about the six old ladies who have named themselves, The Six Who Knit, and how they are still up to no good.
Everything is as it should be in Rose Canyon.
“How’s the football team?” I ask, always wanting to know about the boys there.
This would be the last group of kids who had Isaac as their coach, which is sad to think about. No one else will know how great it was to have him on their sideline, yelling, screaming, and cheering louder than anyone else.
“Horrible. Seriously, I don’t know if we can call what they play football,” Blakely says without pause. “Every Friday night though, we all pack into those stands and pray for a miracle.”
I laugh. “They’re that bad?”
Brielle nods. “So bad, but they try, and I think Emmett is actually going to coach next season.”
My eyes widen. “Really?” Emmett was a freaking beast at football.
“He thinks Isaac would’ve approved,” Blakely says. “Also, it gets him out of the house and away from me and the kid.”
That sounds like a more plausible reason.
“Well, how long do I have you both?”
“Just tonight and tomorrow. We’re taking the last flight back to Oregon.”
Blakely flops down on the sofa and sighs. “Long enough for you to call your boyfriend and tell him to come meet us.”
“He’s kind of busy,” I say, really hating this.
“He can’t spare ten minutes to come meet your sister and best friend?” she tosses back.
I sigh. “He’s a single dad, he’s working on the plane today with his son. I can’t just call him up and be like, come over and see my uninvited guests from Oregon.”
“Why not?” Blakely pushes. Well, I don’t know why not, but I’m not going to admit that to her. “Is there a reason you don’t want us to get to know him?”
“Of course not!”
Which is a big fat lie. Of course I don’t want them to meet him. They’re crazy and incredibly observant. At least at a wedding there’s a million things I could do or say to get the attention off of him. I know everyone there so I could just shuffle him around so no one spends significant time with him.
All of this would’ve worked. An inquisition from these two isnotpart of my plan.
“Then call him up, tell him your sister and business partner are in town, and they want to meet him.”
The more I push back, the more they’ll think there’s a reason I don’t want them to meet him, which is true, but I can’t really say that.
“Fine, stay out here and let me call him—in private. Nosey assholes. Both of you.”
I walk back to my office, pull my phone out of my purse, and sink to the floor in the corner.
This is a nightmare. A complete nightmare.
I have weeks to prepare for Oregon. On their turf I could handle it, but here, with just two of them...I’m going to die.
Am I being dramatic? Maybe.
However, I hover over Grady’s name, take a deep breath, and call. No way am I sending it through text with those two snooping women. I wouldn’t be shocked if Blakely has my phone tapped.
He answers on the third ring.
