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“In our house. Together. Isn’t that what couples do?”
Couples?
She shakes her head, her brows pinching together. “You never broke up with me. We’re still together unless you tell me otherwise.” She rises to her feet. “I changed my mind. It’s been a long day; I’m super jet-lagged. I think I’m going to go to bed. Are you coming?” She doesn’t wait for my answer and toddles off up the stairs. “Can you let Pom-pom out before you come up? Eat something too. You look like shit,” she shouts from the top floor.
I blink with bafflement.
She’s a fucking firecracker—small but she packs a punch.
But I’m that one who’s about to explode with annoyance.
In complete dismay, I head back into the kitchen, unlock Pom-pom’s cage, and take him outside for a pee.
What the hell am I doing? She’s already bossing me about.
I head out to the shared garden with my father and follow closely behind Pom-pom to make sure he doesn’t get lost in the huge grounds. The lights in my dad’s kitchen flick on, alerting me to his return.
I grab Pom-pom and run across the grass.
Pom-Pom’s identity tag jingles around, alerting me to his new black leather collar.
I check out the metal tag. On one side it says Pom-pom and on the other, my home address.
“Holy shit,” I hiss.
How long have they been planning this?
CHAPTER 27
Lincoln
Carrying Pom-pom under my arm like a football, I storm through the kitchen door at the side of my dad and Eva’s house.
“I was wondering when you would arrive.” My dad casually leans against the white marble kitchen island and takes a sip of his red wine. I bet he’s been here all along.
“What are you playing at, Dad?”
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t act the fool. You brought her here. She is living in my goddamn house. She’s moved all of her shit in and she’s even burning scented candles!” They did smell quite nice though, now I come to think of it.
“Is that to clear away the stench of pity and loneliness?” he says, his dark eyes full of amusement.
“Oh, isn't this hilarious? I bet you have been up for nights concocting this master plan.”
“Nope. Just one.”
“When?”
“First night you left Santa Monica.”
“The first night?”
“Yes. But it’s taken three full weeks for Violet’s work visa to come through, and that was pushed through as a matter of urgency for us. Human resources have been sorting it out for me.”
“She left her father’s business?” I can’t believe she would do that.
“Yes. For you.”
