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“I don't believe you. Why else would you do all this? Without my permission, I might add."
There was a long pause, then a quiet, “That is a good question, Miss. Duvall."
"What?" I stuttered, taken aback by the way he’d turned it on me. "You tell me," I spit out.
"I have yet to answer that for myself."
You're ridiculous!" I let out, exasperated.
"You would be the only person on this earth who would think that."
The line went silent and I stared at the phone. “Hello?”
"You have one more visitor. She's coming up the drive right now."
"Seriously?!” I growled. "You need to stop."
"No one tells me when to stop."
"What is it this time? Another summons or lawsuit?"
"Repeat that," he barked.
"I said—“ the phone beeped with another call and I glanced at the screen. Amara. I bit down on my response. "Hold on."
I switched over, ignoring his complaining, "Hey Amara, can I call you back? I've got to get Callie to the airport."
"Summer?" A choked cry came from her throat.
"Shit. Hold on." I went back to Rook. "I gotta go. But if I find out that you're suing me to try and get this house, I'll rain down so much shit on you, you'll wish you had pushed me into that grave, instead."
“Summer, tell me wh?—”
I hung up on him, switching over and answering the doorbell at the same time. “What happened, Amara?”
"Summer. I'm in big trouble."
Best friend mode activated.
“Who do I need to kill? Did Tyler do something?" I opened the door to a friendly looking girl on my doorstep and pointed to the phone.
Wearing a long black dress, a black beanie, and a nose ring, she nodded, saying she understood. Then held up several bags filled with...groceries?
"Summer," Amara sobbed. "I'm pregnant."
“Oh my god!" In shock and not really thinking, I ushered the girl through the door. She rushed past me with about a bajillion bags on her arms, following the direction I pointed.
“That’s a—” I couldn’t think of what to say. “A lot.”
“It’s a nightmare! I’m not ready to be a mom! I have no idea what I’m going to do, and I—grrr…” I could practically feel her vibration through the phone, “I just can’t even right now.”
“Mmm,” I grunted, noncommittally, letting her get it all out.
“Exactly,” she hiccupped, her breath ragged and anguished. "Except, when I went to tell Tyler, I was going to surprise him, ya know? Anyhow, so I snuck into his room, and he was…grrr. I think I’m going to kill him. He was—” she paused, “in the middle of screwing that girl.”
“What?!” I felt like a parrot. “Who?”
“You know—Jessica!”
