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“Hey, baby girl.”
“Hey.”
“What’s up?”
“Your wife called.”
“You know damn well she ain’t my wife, Lilah.”
I giggle at my dad's growl. He can’t stand my mother any more than I can.
“What’d the wicked witch of the west want this time?”
“She wants her boots out of the closet at the clubhouse. She’s coming by later to get them.”
Dad sighs before answering. “I knew it was too good to be true.”
“What’s that?”
“Last I heard, she was moving to Phoenix with some big wig in real estate.”
“She finally found someone to leech off of?”
I feel bad for my dad because he truly did love my mom at one point. He’s told me stories about when they were teenagers in love. But as it turns out, small town life wasn’t for her like it was for him. He never made enough money for her, but she still hung around for some reason, slowly draining my father’s happiness for far too long.
“Apparently. I’m here now, I’ll bring them home. Did she say when she was stopping by?”
“Nope.”
“Of course not. I’ll see you later, baby girl.”
I hang up with my dad and spend the rest of the afternoon packing my suitcase for this weekend.
I roll my eyes at myself as I meticulously pick my outfits, each one curated with the knowledge that I will be spending the entire weekend with Ringer. I know damn well Sparrow will say some shit, but who cares. It’s summer and Vegas. I’d rather not sweat my ass off tucked under layers of clothes. Besides, it’s not like I don’t wear any of this shit on a regular basis anyways.
A few hours later, when I’m finally relaxing on my couch with a bowl of soup, a car door slamming pulls my attention away from the movie I’d been watching. Pushing to my feet, I cross the living room to peer through the window.
Renee is adjusting her shirt and fluffing her hair. I scoff and roll my eyes. She’s barking up the wrong tree if she thinks my dad is going to fall at her feet, but I wouldn’t put it past her to try.
Spying from the window, I watch my dad come out of the garage and hold out a bag to her. I watch in satisfaction as she continuously tries to flirt with him. He must say something she doesn’t like, and I chuckle in satisfaction as the smile is wiped from her face.
I slowly make my way downstairs to the garage and cringe when I see Sasha’s Jetta pull up to the house and park along the road.
Dad sees her too, and his eyes widen.
“Who the fuck is that?” my mom sneers.
“That’s my friend Sasha. She works with me,” I say, gaining my mom’s attention. My dad’s eyes lower in thanks and I grin at him.
I can tell Sasha has been crying, so before my mom can say anything, I grab her around the shoulders. “Hey, Sash!”
Sasha quickly wipes her face and her eyes jump around the group of us. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize you guys were busy.” She sniffles and goes to turn back to her car.
“Wait, baby,” Dad calls out. My eyes whip back to see Dad stand stiff, keenly aware of what he just let slip.
“Baby?” Mom snaps, flipping her gaze between my friend and my dad. “Who the fuck is she Thomas?”
“Don’t fucking call me Thomas, Renee. Take your boots and get the fuck outta here.”
