Page 80 of Rebel Bride
Mom’s got it under control. And the adults are talking here … about your coffee-drinkin’ cutie.
Addy
Which you’ve already mentioned. Two million times.
Landon
If you have any pertinent information, Con, spill it. Otherwise, quit with the hints.
I threw the phone down on the sofa. I had yet to talk to Conor properly, and anyway, what would I say? You think you know what you saw, but you know nothing. And if you do, keep it zipped.
Just fuel to the fire for my shit-stirring brother. I was amazed that no one else had figured it out.
I sent Summer a text.
Hey, are you okay?
Sunshine
Fine. Except for the fact there is a photo of us in the wild from that coffee shop in Saugatuck.
Me
You know about this?
Sunshine
Adeline told me. And that it’s a hot topic of conversation in your family group chat.
Me
About that. Conor knows it’s you.
Sunshine
What?!
Me
You wore the hat in the Sunny Side Up and he put two and two together. You need to burn it. For multiple reasons.
No response.
Me
Can you talk? On the phone?
Sunshine
I’m kind of busy right now. Maybe later.
Which sounded like code for “never.” Fuck.
Halfway through my misery stew, my intercom phone rang. “Your grocery delivery is here, Mr. Kershaw.”
“Oh, thanks, Hank. Send it up.”
I opened the door and waited for the delivery person to exit the elevator. I was not expecting Summer.
