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“When will we see you next? Molly has been asking about you all day. I thought it was smart to wait on your phone call, given what happened.”
“My attorney will be in touch.” No longer will I be a participant in her mind games.
“What?”
“I’m establishing rights to my daughter. I want to see her without you breathing down my neck. You keep making shit complicated, and I’m a simple man. Molly knows who I am now, and I can see her without you.”
“I want us to be a family. Molly deserves that.”
The vodka is close to coming up while I listen to the phoniness in her voice. “Get it through that dense skull of yours that there will never be anus.”
“She left you, didn’t she? I told you Little Miss Perfect wouldn’t accept this. Hell, I’m sure she never intended to stay with you. You were the bad-boy fling before she went back to her straitlaced husband. He cheated, and she wanted to play, too. Don’t think I haven’t overheard them talk.”
I pull my phone away to find Liz calling.
“Gotta go.” I hang up with Jessa and answer Liz’s call.
“Hey,” she says timidly.
“What’s up?”
“Sierra’s brother is here to collect her things. Is it okay to let him up?”
“Yeah.”
I hang up.
She really is walking away.
Seconds later, there’s a knock at my door.
I’m not sure which brother I’ll find on the other side.
“Dude, you fucked up,” a kid I don’t recognize says, walking into the apartment, uninvited, his shoulder hitting mine.
Since I know Kyle, I’m guessing this is Rex.
“I’m well aware,” I grumble. “I need you to talk to her for me.”
He shakes his head. “Dude, I don’t know you or what happened or what to tell you. What I do know is my sister’s trust in people is shit, and beware, she holds grudges like a motherfucker now. I don’t know if there’s any talking to her that can be done to change her mind. You saw how quickly she left Devin’s ass. She doesn’t play games.”
“Ask her to call me.”
“You hurt my sister. I’m not relaying shit.”
The little shit has a mouth on him for being twenty pounds less than me.
I clench my fists. Punching her brother won’t get me back in her good graces.
“Look, dude,” he says, noticing the switch in my mood, “give her a few days. We all know she loves you. It just depends on how much.”
I give him her bags, making sure I don’t packeverything,and search for another shot glass when he leaves.
* * *
Working was a bad idea.
I’m near as drunk as the people ordering drinks from me.
