Page 30 of Living for Truth
“I will. Goodnight, Hannah.” I step down off the porch.
“Goodnight, Morgan.” Hannah steps inside her house, and I hear theclickof the lock engaging.
I blow out a frustrated breath as I get in the car and pull out of the driveway.
Things are surface level with Hannah—I know that—but I’m already struggling to stay patient while I wait until she’s ready. Pushing her won’t get me anywhere other than further from her. It was one date. Onefakedate. At least in her eyes. But she wants to see me again, and I count that as a win.
I just wish whoever’s writing the story of my life would hurry the fuck up and get to the part where I can kiss her already.
Chapter 13
Hannah
Ishut the front door and slump against it, heart beating wildly.
I thought he was going to kiss me.
I think I wanted him to.
But at the same time, that would make things too complicated, and I don’t have my heart or head in the right place to handle the complexities that are Morgan Fowler and my feelings.
I toe off my shoes and put my purse on the hook by the door then go to make my way downstairs when my mom startles me.
“Have a good time?” she asks callously, and my skin prickles with awareness. Something’s off.
“I did. It was really good,” I say carefully.
She makes some noise of affirmation. “See anyone you know?”
My stomach plummets—right out of my body and onto the floor, ready to be trampled.
“Not that I’m aware of.”
“That’s not what Liam said.” She pauses whatever show she’s watching and stands, crossing her arms across her chest.
Shit. What did that asshole say?
“Why were you speaking to Liam?” I try to keep my voice steady and brace myself for the blow about to come. Where my ex is involved, it can’t be anything good.
It shouldn’t surprise me my mother keeps in contact with him, she always thought he was the best part about me. They used to team up with each other to get me to do whatever they wanted.
“He called me.” Mom watches my every little expression for a tell, but she won’t find one because I perfected my mask of indifference years ago. “He said he saw you out with yourboyfriend,and he was worried you were becoming an alcoholic.”
I justbarelyhold back an eye roll. I hadonedrink, but of course they think it means I have a problem.
“I’m not becoming an alcoholic. He’s not worried about me, Mom; he’s being petty because he’s upset his ex-wife is dating his new girlfriend’s ex-boyfriend.”
My mom’s eyebrows shoot to her hairline, obviously Liam didn’t mention that piece of gossip to her.
Good.
“Well,I’mconcerned. Is Morgan forcing you to drink alcohol? What if he had drugged your drink, Hannah? Taken advantage of you?”
Imagine that. She’s never been concerned that one of the manystrangersI went out with would drug my drink because they were all active Mormons. Theoneguy Ichoose to go out with for myself, who isn’t Mormon, she decides is trying to drug me.
She continues before I can reply, “I looked him up since Dad seemed to be obsessed with him. He’sthirty-six,Hannah! He has a child. He’s a millionaire from his time playing professionally. What could he possibly want with you?”
My mouth physically drops open at that, and to my utter horror, tears brim in my eyes. “I cannot believe you just said that. I’m not having this conversation with you. I’m going to bed.”
