Page 73 of Clean Slade
I raised my hand between us, and he hesitantly fist-bumped me before I winked at him and returned to my car, feeling full of renewed purpose.
I was finally doing something for this family and not just being an observer.
Hopefully, Wesley would come through and figure out if anything was happening at school.
Now to figure out how I could help King.
My phone rang as soon as I put my seatbelt on, and Rhett’s name flashed across my screen.
“Hey, bro.”
“Yo, my man,” came my mom’s voice on the other side, and I laughed.
“Sorry. Hi, Mom. What are you doing using Rhett’s phone? Are you going through his stuff again? I thought last time scarred you enough.”
“It did. Oh boy, it did. I don’t know where I went wrong with this boy.”
I laughed again.
“Oh, come on, Mom. You can’t blame him for having urges. He’s a grown adult man.”
“A grown adult man who still lives at home with his mom and brothers.”
I shrugged.
“Fair point. Hey, at least he doesn’t bring boys to the house.”
Mom hummed.
“Hmm, I don’t know about that. At least if he did, I’d be able to suss them out.”
“Trust me. I don’t think you’d want to.”
I may not be up to date with my brother’s dating life, but I knew his dating record and his taste for kink—definitely an unpleasant accident because who would want to know what makes their sibling tick.
“Where is Rhett anyway? Does he know you have his phone?”
“He’s getting ready for a date.”
I grimaced.
“A date? Does he know what time it is?”
“That’s what I said,” Mom replied. “Enough about your brother’s hopeless love life—”
“Hey!” I heard him shout in the background, but he didn’t take control of his phone, so this was all his fault.
“How isyourlove life going? When am I meeting my granddaughter? Her name is Mac, you said.”
“Weird. You’d think, as her grandmother, you’d know her name.” I sighed. “And she’s not your granddaughter. I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“What’s taking you so long? Do I need to send your brother to give you tips?”
“Tips for what? For how to turn my bed into an attraction?”
“Heeey!” Rhett groaned, but we both ignored him.
“I’ll give you that,” Mom said. “Are you okay? How’s your leg? I hope you’re going easy on yourself.”
