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“Uh… not far from here.”
“Do you need a ride home?” I raise my eyebrows, hopeful.
She’s quick to shoot down the idea. Disappointing me instantly. “My roommate’s home.”
“You have a roommate?”
“Uh… yeah, I do,” she answers, uneasily.
“So, I’m sure she won’t mind?”
She bounces the ball then looks at the time on her watch. “He doesn’t like visitors, so I’m not home much.”
Her roommate is a guy!
The excitement of being here with her is overshadowed with the jealousy which rears its ugly head. I don’t like
this one bit. Why would she choose to live with a guy? Surely, given the car she drives, she has money to be able to live alone. Or better yet, move in with Scarlett. She isn’t strapped for cash.
“You never said it was a he?” I ask bitterly.
“Noah, don’t look at me that way,” she pleads.
I’m unable to control my tone. “You give me the third degree about Kate and yet you live with a male?”
“It’s different,” she’s quick to defend herself. “I really need to go. Call me tonight. We’ll talk more then, I promise, okay?”
“Morgan,” I call out, frustrated at her abandoning this conversation.
She continues walking to her car, ignoring that I’m standing here, in the middle of a basketball court, having a mental breakdown.
I head straight home, making a mental note to call her tonight. There’s no way that I’ll allow her to avoid my questions.
Charlie’s back, and cooking something so delicious I practically drool on the floor. The second she sees me, she knows something’s wrong.
“What’s up? You have that look on your face, the same one you had when I accidentally flushed your toy car down the toilet.”
“That wasn’t an accident, you did that because I cut all your Barbie’s hair off.”
She throws her hands in the air. “It was my Barbie-and-the-Rockers doll. Without the crimped do, she wasn’t a rocker!”
“She needed a haircut.” I snicker, grabbing a chocolate chip cookie from the jar that sits on the countertop.
“You’re so annoying,” she complains. “So, what’s up your annoying ass today? Wait, let me guess, someone rejected you.”
“Uncle Noah,” Ava says, walking into the room with wide eyes. “Are you in love with Morgan?”
My head turns fast. “How do you know Morgan?”
“It’s on your phone.”
“Ava,” Charlie and I say at the same time. “I’ve told you not to read my phone.”
“I’m sorry, Uncle Noah.” She almost cries. “I needed to use your phone for the torch.”
“What did you need the torch for?” Charlie asks skeptically.
“I accidentally dropped Uncle Noah’s toothbrush in the toilet and I couldn’t reach the light, so I tried to use his phone when he was outside with Daddy.”
