Page 461 of Hell Hath No Fury
I leaned over the counter and drummed my fingertips on the granite. “So, what’s up?”
“Oh, I just wanted to let you know I got that internship.”
“Bay, that’s amazing, sweetheart. Well done,” I breathed out.
Baylor’s focus was the law and he’d been in the running for a summer internship at a prestigious law firm in Seattle. He was in competition with over a hundred other very capable candidates, so the fact he got the job was amazing, especially since he was a ‘young’ junior. He had to finish out his prerequisites then on to law school, and he planned to come back to Vancouver to practice, but that all depended on him not getting an offer from some big law firm that would take him far away from me.
I drew my eyebrows together as realization dawned.
“But that means…,” he began, trailing off.
“You won’t be home over the summer,” I said, finishing his sentence.
“Yeah. I’m sorry.”
I bit back my sadness. “It’s okay, honey. You need to start your life.”
“I’m just worried you’re going to be lonely.”
I smiled. “I’ll be fine. I’ll take on some extra shifts at the hospital, and spend time with your grandma, and maybe actually go to lunch with Avery. We’ll be like desperate housewives or something.”
Avery was my closest friend in the world. We’d been best friends since junior high and she was my ride or die.
“I’ll be home for Thanksgiving and Christmas.”
Baylor was my sensitive child. Always concerned about how I was feeling, and we’d always had a special bond.
“Baymax, I’m good. Don’t worry about your Mama.”
“Are you sure?”
“Hundy.”
He groaned. “Oh my god, Mom, what was that?”
“I’m just showing you I’m down.”
“Mom, I love you, but the only time you’re down is when you fall down.”
I couldn’t stop a laugh. “You know, I should have never taught you to talk back.”
“I know, I know. Love you, Mama.”
“Love you, too, sweetheart.”
“I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“Sounds good.”
We hung up and I opened the drawer next to the fridge and pulled out a menu to see what to order for dinner.
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Harm
I followed Maisie into the hospital, sticking as close to her as I could without it being weird. She was married to my president, Hatch. I was both her bodyguard and driver for the next couple of days, trading with Razor while Hatch was out in Colorado visiting the Primal Howlers.
“Are you all right?” Maisie asked in her very proper British way.
