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Looking up, Ellory seemed frustrated.
“What’s up?” Addison asked.
In response, Ellory sighed. “He won’t stop.”
Addison’s belly clenched. She knew who “he” was. “Did you tell him you were busy?”
“Yeah. He just tried to make me feel guilty.”
Addison held out her hand. “Let me see, honey.”
Without hesitation, Ellory handed her phone to her mom.
An arm wound around Addison’s waist, and she leaned into Ricky. “Something wrong?”
“You want to go supervise the kids?” Addison asked her daughter. “Make sure they don’t eat twelve cookies and throw up?”
“Okay.”
As soon as she was out of earshot, Ricky said, “He’s still texting her?”
“Apparently.” Addison clicked open the messaging app and held it so Ricky could read over her shoulder.
Brady: Hey, whatcha doing?
Ellory: Hanging out
Brady: I’d love to see you again.
Ellory: Yeah
Brady: When?
Ellory: IDK
Brady: I’d love to just hang out with you on your own. Your mom tends to hover.
Ellory: Maybe
Brady: So when? What about this weekend?
Ellory: I have a play
Brady: Can I come watch?
Ellory: I don’t think you’d like it. I’m not IN the play, just doing the lights
Brady: Oh yeah. How about lunch?
Ellory: I’m fasting right now
Brady: So when? Come on, El. I’m trying here.
Ellory: IDK I have to talk to my mom
Brady: If you don’t want to, just come out and say it. I mean, I’m trying really hard to have a relationship with my daughter and it doesn’t seem as if you’re all that into it. Is your SEAL dad enough for you? You don’t need your REAL dad?
Ellory: I didn’t say that I just don’t know
