Page 24 of Fortuity
“It better not be,” he grumbled as he moved to her side and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close like he always did whenever shewasnear.
“I think our boy finally met a girl who makes him feel all protective, like you arewithme.”
“Oh really?” My dad’s grin matched my mom’s when his attention switched back to me. “Who’s theluckygirl?”
My mom answered for me. “Faith.”
“The girl you’ve been working with on that project over at the college? The one with all thefosterkids?”
“Yes, she’s the one they wrote the newspaper article about because she started the wholething.”
“There’s an article about her?” I asked, pulling my phone out of my pocket to look it up on theinternet. “When?”
“About four months ago, right before the school yearstarted.”
“The same program you suggested Dillon could help with as part of our agreement with him after the black eye incident earlier this month?” My gaze jerked up from the screen of my phone to find my dad staring at my mom withnarrowedeyes.
“Yes.”
His head cocked to the side. “Started by the same girl you invited over to celebrate Thanksgivingwithus?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Elaine! Have you been planning this allalong?”
She blinked her eyes in a gesture that was meant to make her look innocent but failed because we both knew hertoowell.
“How long, Mom?” I wouldn’t put it past her if she’d been planning it from the moment she read the article aboutFaith.
“Since I met her for lunch,” she admitted sheepishly. “What can I say? She was pretty, smart, and kind. Plus, we hit it off so well. I figured if there was a way for me to arrange for the two of you to meet, maybe I’dluckout.”
“You’re the worst,” I chuckled, shakingmyhead.
“Or the best,” she corrected as the doorbell rang. “Since there’s your girlrightnow.”
Damn.It was hard to disagree with her logic when she was right...something I should’ve learned by now since she liked to tell us she was alwaysright.
