Page 115 of To Hate Adam Connor
“You okay, daughter of mine?”
“Is she angry with me?”
He sighed. “She isn’t angry with you. It’s just…last night she realized you might move to Pittsburgh.”
“Oh, for God’s sake! Move to Pittsburgh? To be with Jameson?”
“For the baby…”
I pushed the remaining pancakes toward Jason and dumped some maple syrup on them.
“I have a meeting with Tom, Lucy. I don’t have time—”
“Eat,” I ordered. “I’m a pregnant lady now. Don’t upset me. I slaved over the stove to feed you two. Eat.”
Dutifully, he took a bite.
Leaving him in the kitchen, I called out, “Olive! My little green Olive! You still haven’t asked about Adam’s cock size. I think he is thicker than Jason!”
I heard Jason choking on his pancakes as I headed toward Olive’s room. “And I have to tell you about what he did to me with that cock on his couch, against the wall, and on his bed!”
***
Adam: Answer your phone, Lucy.
Lucy: Go away.
Adam: You can’t leave my bed like that again.
Lucy: I won’t be in your bed again.
Adam: I will be back from Paris in two days with Aiden. Make no mistake, Lucy. We will talk. And trust me…you will come to my bed again.
Lucy: In your dreams.
Adam: And yours.
The bastard.
***
“Hello? Lucy?”
“Hi, Jameson. How are you?”
A deep sigh came through the line. “I didn’t think you’d call me, not after ignoring my texts.”
Olive was sitting next to me in her car, and we were finally calling Jameson. Olive pressed her ear on the other side of the phone and gave me an innocent smile when I frowned at her. Sighing, I put the call on speaker.
I shifted the phone to my other hand and shook the left one, trying to steady the shaking. I was turning into a complete chicken shit.
“I didn’t ignore them,” I replied when Jameson called my name again.
“You didn’t answer them, Lucy.”
“There wasn’t anything left to say.”
“You’re wrong. We still have things to say. I miss you.”
