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Farren paced around the kitchen as Harley slept in the crib in his nursery. He’d been extra fussy that day, but she figured it was just that she was extra sensitive and letting it get to her more than usual. She was relieved when he’d finally gone down for a peaceful nap.
Now, though, she was alone in this large condo apartment, and she felt restless. None of the things she could have been doing at the moment appealed to her, so instead, she paced around and her thoughts were getting the best of her.
Surely by now, Rogan’s meeting would have been over. New York was two hours ahead of Houston, but with the argument they’d had the previous night, she didn’t feel comfortable calling to ask.
He had been pretty angry with her that she had questioned his fidelity to her, which only served to rile her up more than she had already been at the time. Now that she’d had time to calm down, she wished the night before he left had gone differently. What had she been thinking?
Now, it was even worse, because she worried that he’d be angry with her and let that cloud his judgment if Edith made a move. Who was she kidding? Of course, Edith would make a move. Between the overheard conversation, the new lingerie she’d just bought the day before, and free, uninhibited access to Rogan spelled out one enormous, red flag for Farren.
Oh, God, she had to get out of here. She was going to drive herself crazy if she kept this up, and she needed a distraction.
She remembered the gaming convention that Raphe had mentioned. That would be a nice little diversion for a couple of hours. Yes! That’s what she would do, she thought.
She grabbed her cell from the kitchen island and went to dial Shea. After all, Shea had offered to babysit for her tonight if Farren had been able to go on the trip with Rogan…
After several rings, the call went to Shea’s voice mail. Crap! She thought, but her hopes sprang back to life when she saw Shea was calling her right back.
“Hello?”
“Farren?” Shea called out through the phone connection.
Farren could hear a loud beat of music and a crowd of people in the background.
“Shea? Hey, are you busy, I take it?”
Farren bit her lip, realizing this wasn’t going to be an option if Shea was already out for the night.
“Devin and I are just here at the Techno Lounge. What’s up?”
Farren’s hopes fell.
“Oh, that’s okay. I didn’t need anything important. You go have fun, and I’ll talk to you later,” Farren said, raising her own voice a bit so that Shea could hear her from her end of the line.
“Are you sure?” Shea double checked.
Farren hesitated for a moment.
“Yes, I’m sure. Have fun,” she said, trying to force a smile.
“Okay, talk to you later, Farr.”
Farren hung up the call. It looked like she was back at square one. Unless…
She dialed her phone again, and this time, it rang twice before she got an answer.
“Farren? Hi, honey,” Gramma greeted her.
“Hi Gramma, what are you doing tonight?”
“I’m just here watching this TV and working my puzzle. How are you? How’s Rogan and the baby?”
Farren smiled. Gramma was one of the few people who still acknowledged her instead of just as an afterthought to Baby Harley. She had to admit, he was a cutie pie, but it wasn’t like she was invisible. Actually, it was like she was invisible, now that she thought about it, but she couldn’t blame them at all since he was so adorable and lovable.
“We’re doing fine. Rogan is out of town tonight on business… That’s actually why I’m calling. I wonder if you might watch Harley for a couple of hours while I go to a convention.”
“Sure, bring him on by. You know I don’t mind,” Gramma assured her.
Farren thanked Gramma and hung up. She rushed to get ready and was able to get Harley out of the crib, into the carrier, and driven over to Gramma’s without consequence. Then she set off to the Convention Center.
