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The look on her face told me she wasn’t entirely happy with not having answers, but then again none of them were. For a brief moment, I thought about letting her know, but I couldn’t. Letting her know would have a domino effect, and I didn’t want that.
Chapter 17
Malcolm
I waved bye to Brenda and climbed back into my truck. I pulled out my phone to call Ginger when her number flashed across the screen. We’d only talked a handful of times since the ice cream incident a few days ago, but I’d not seen her at all.
“Hey, I was just about to call you.”
“Really? And here I was thinking I might be waking you or something.”
“No, I had the home inspection this morning.”
“Oh, how’d it go?”
“Good, no major problems.”
“That’s good. Um…in a way, that’s why I’m calling. Can you give me your agent’s number?”
That request caught me by surprise. “Yeah, sure.” I paused. “Are you ready to sell your house?” I knew the most likely answer to that question, but still I had hope that she was moving somewhere, even if not with me, and getting out of that place.
Silence on her end followed by Shawn’s voice coming through, and then the sounds of them wrestling for control of the phone.
“Sorry, he always wants the phone when I’m on it. But no. Dorian showed up last night. She’s moving here and apparently staying with me until she finds a place. She’s been here less than twenty-four hours, and it’s been nothing but near constant complaints about her accommodations, so that needs to happen sooner rather than later.”
That was the last thing I expected to hear. Ginger and her sister had a rocky relationship due to the fact Dorian was a major bitch to Ginger more times than not. To hear that Dorian not only asked to stay there, but that Ginger had agreed, blew my mind.
When I didn’t say anything, Ginger launched into an explanation about needing to help family no matter what, which also revealed the fact she’d gotten Dorian a job at the company she’d inherited.
“Why didn’t you tell her no?”
“When has anyone ever taken no for an answer from me?”
I squeezed the steering wheel and tried not to let her clipped tone, or the implications of her statement, get to me.
“Right. I’ll text you Brenda’s number. Talk to you later.”
“Malcolm, wait. Sorry…I didn’t mean…” Her words died out. “If you aren’t busy, do you want to come by later?”
More rustling sounds, and I listened to her tell Shawn he couldn’t have the phone, which was followed by him crying. Loudly at first, but it started to fade away as if one of them walked away from the other.
“How is he today?”
“Busy like always. I’m sure he’d like to see you.”
“Is he the only one?”
Her delayed reply was an answer in itself.
“No. I’d like to see you too.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. Come by, and I’ll do as my mother said and feed you.”
Her answer brought a smile to my face and eased some of the tension. “Okay. I have a few things to do, so I’ll call you later about a time.”
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