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Timbo: That ass belongs to the Second Hottest Man in America, Dominic Fontana.
Hazel: Sure does.
Amanda: Your wife is RIGHT HERE IN THE CHAT HAZEL. I can have you kicked out.
Mom: No you can’t.
Hazel: The bisexual alliance in this family is too strong, wifey.
It takes a few minutes and I know Jessie is zooming in and trying to decide whether I’m fucking with her or if that really is Nic. She’ll be scouring the internet for other photos from the auction, comparing his pants to the pants in the picture. It is Nic, though. Don’t know why he’s bending over, but it’s him.
Jessie admitted Nic has a nice ass to a chat Nic is a part of.
Jessie:
Dad leaves us all on read. So does Nic, which is hilarious.
The silent auction raises a respectable amount for charity, and I kick Nic’s ass at pool. Three times in a row.
“Hey,” I console Nic as he leaves my place. “At least Jessie admitted you have a nice ass.”
He attempts to look confused and fails.
“I’m not sure how your purgatory house is connected to hell,” I say, clapping him on the arm, “but you might want to pop in tonight, to make sure hell hasn’t frozen over.”
He walks away, flipping me off, but I catch the little huff of a laugh he tries to hide.
“Take the win, Fontana!” I shout after him. “And thanks for keeping me company.”
Tonight was good, and it feels good, but it doesn’t cover what’s missing. I still feel hollow. I miss Mina so much…I want to tell her about tonight, as her friend.
I think she’d be proud of me. I’m proud of myself.
Chapter thirty-five
Mina
CeliaFoleysendsmea text.
I put my phone back on the bedside table without looking at the message. I haven’t returned any of her money like I promised before I hung up on her. I’ve already spent most of it so she’ll have to wait.
Another text comes in as I head to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I assume it’s from her. I should block her, or at least turn my phone off.
My heart slams to a halt.
What if something happened to Timothy?
I dive for my phone, fumbling through the pin.
Celia: I’m sorry I questioned your judgment and blamed you for Timothy’s actions. What he did was never your fault.
I’ll never get used to my heart pinballing between fear and relief every time I think Timothy’s hurt or worse. I sink onto my bed and take a moment to breathe through it, until the pain subsides, reassuring myself with a little mantra ofhe’s okay, he’s okay, he’s okay.
Celia: He told me what happened. I’m sorry you broke up. He misses you. I hope the two of you can find your way to be friends again, at least. I think you’re good for each other. But that’s my opinion. You have to choose what you want for yourself. XX
One more text, but this time it’s a picture. Timothy and Gabriel Sinclair standing in front of Timothy’s motorcycle in the Robertson Boulevard shop that Timothy bought. There’s a number on the motorcycle, people milling about. Pretty sure the man bending over in the background is Nic, which I guess explains where he is tonight. He left a note saying he’d be home late.
Celia: Charity auction, if you were wondering.
