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“We’re …” She scowls. “What are you wearing?”
“Pajamas.”
“Pajamas?”
Geez. I’m glad I didn’t wake up naked the way I do most mornings after Cash spent the night in my bed. But he got home late last night and passed out before I had a chance to seduce him.
“It’s what most people sleep in.”
“Don’t be condescending toward me. I’m referring to your sweatshirt.”
Uh oh. Is Cash’s sweatshirt offensive? I didn’t bother looking at it before putting it on. But it’s just a simpleCash & the Sinnersconcert sweatshirt. Nothing offensive here. Unless you’re my mother and hate rock and roll.
“It’s a band,” I explain.
She purses his lips. “I know it’s a band. I also know whose band it is.”
Darn. I was hoping to avoid this conversation for another twenty years or so. I figure once Cash and I give Mom a few grandkids, she’ll settle down. But since she brought it up, I can’t let it go.
“Never mind. We’ll let bygones be bygones. Get your stuff,” she says before I have a chance to figure out how to start a discussion about what she did to me and Cash.
“Get my stuff?”
“Yes, Indigo, get your stuff.”
“Why?”
“Don’t be daft. I’m taking you home.”
I open my arms to indicate the house. “I am home.”
She scowls. “I will not allow you to live in Saffron’s house.”
I rear back. “Allow me? Since when do you allow me to do anything? I’m twenty-nine. I’m a grown woman.”
“You’re not acting very grown now, are you?”
“What are you talking about?”
She sighs. “I really hoped we could avoid doing this.”
“I don’t even know whatthisis.”
I must be sleeping because this cannot be happening. My mom did not show up in Winter Falls to drag me back homebecause she doesn’t approve of my life choices. I hope Cash wakes me up soon. This dream sucks.
“I don’t know why you insist on defying me.”
I inhale a deep breath in a search for calm. It doesn’t work, so I try again. After three breaths, I give up. There is no calm to be found. Mom really should have let me drink a cup of coffee before starting in on me.
“I’m not defying you, Mom. I’m simply living my own life.”
“You’re making a mistake is what you’re doing.”
Dare I ask? Yes, I do. “What mistake am I making?”
“She’s referring to me,” Cash says as he enters the room. He comes to stand next to me and I grasp his hand for support.
Mom slams her purse onto the kitchen table. “After everything I did to save you from this man, you’re sneaking around with him yet again.”
