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Jameson flew to Izzy. “You should have seen me today. I was awesome!” he bragged.
Izzy picked him up and snuggled him to her. “Tell me all about it.”
Drake kissed my cheek. “I need to call Quinn, but I’ll be down to read to Jameson before bed.” I’d been replaced as the storyteller. Jameson had traded me in already, begging his dad to be the one to read to him tonight. I wasn’t upset at all. I took it as a good sign.
“Don’t go easy on Martez,” I growled. Quinn had left a message that they’d located the turncoat.
“I don’t intend to.” He rushed up the stairs. He was looking forward to nailing Martez to the wall. Because guess who’d told Marissa a few days ago that Drake had a child?
I couldn’t wait to tell Izzy about the run-in I’d had with Marissa while Drake and Jameson were skiing. But first I let Jameson regale her with his tale.
“Drake knows how to ski on the mogul hill, and he said next time he’ll take me on it and buy me my own skis because Mom wouldn’t let him buy us skis today, but he really wants to because he’s my dad and that’s what dads do.” Jameson didn’t even take a breath.
Izzy smirked at me, knowing exactly how I felt about the issue. I didn’t need Drake coming in here and lavishing us with gifts. I was sure that was his way of saying he cared, but I wanted his and Jameson’s relationship to be about so much more than the things Drake could buy him.
“Mom and Drake fought about it, but he told me he would talk her into it.”
“Oh really?” I sang.
“Yeah, Mom, it’s the right thing to do.”
I rolled my eyes while Izzy laughed.
“I went really fast down the hill,” Jameson quickly moved on. “I didn’t fall down one time, but Mom fell down two times and people took pictures of her.”
I cringed thinking about it. I was sure those were going to be posted somewhere. My mom was sure to send them to me, just like she had with the ones she’d seen of Drake and Marissa today. I’d had to talk my parents off the ledge after that one. Dad was ready to come up here and box Drake’s ears, whatever that meant.
Marissa had cornered Drake, taken a selfie of them together, and posted it to her Instagram account. Caption—Look who I found! More like hunted down. She added, Aren’t we cute together? More like stunning, but who was I to argue? I think the woman was made of Velcro. She sure knew how to stick to Drake. No matter how many times Drake told her to leave him alone, she wouldn’t. She has a Drake fetish. Which I totally get, but it wasn’t helping my insecurities any, I’ll tell you that.
“Sounds like you had a good day,” Izzy interjected, while Jameson took a breath.
“It was the best. And tomorrow Drake and Mom are buying me a dog after school.”
Izzy dipped her chin and pursed her lips at me. Yes, I know I was a pushover. But I’d lied, and she didn’t see the way Jameson had taken Marissa down. He’d even told her, after she’d accosted Drake for the last time, that she should get a bigger breast blanket. I mean, he wasn’t lying.
“Why don’t you get ready for bed, bud. It’s way past your bedtime.”
“I’m not tired,” he complained.
“You have school tomorrow, so hop to it.”
“Fine,” he grumbled, and jumped out of Izzy’s arms.
I tousled his hair on his way past me. “Don’t forget to brush your teeth. Drake and I will be in to read to you.”
“What about sliding?” he whined.
“We’ll slide extra tomorrow. It’s late.” I wasn’t a total pushover. More like I was exhausted.
He stomped off like I’d just ruined his life. He had it so rough.
Izzy chuckled before pointing at the steps. “Sit and spill your guts, sister.”
I dragged my tired body over to the staircase and lowered myself onto one of the bottom steps. Izzy sat next to me, surveying me. “You okay?”
I leaned my head on her shoulder. “Yes, just a long day.”
“Mom sent me the pictures of Marissa and Drake. Drake looked like he was being held hostage.” She giggled.
“Something like that. I can’t believe she showed up. And you should see Drake’s new costar, Avriel. She’s nice, at least I think so—she speaks French, so she didn’t say much. She’s more gorgeous than Marissa, but at least she didn’t drape herself like a tablecloth over Drake every chance she could.”
“Marissa has a case of attentionwhoritis,” Izzy spat.
I broke out into a fit of giggles. “Where did you hear that word?”
“I just made it up. Feel free to use it and spread it around.”
“Oh, I will, especially when it comes to Marissa. She had the gall to tell me it will never last between Drake and me. And once he’s done playing the daddy angle for publicity, all I’ll get from him is a child support check every month.”
