Page 194 of Bridesmaid By Chance
“Excuse me?” he says. “You what?”
Did you hear the tone?
Did it send a shiver up your spine?
Because my vertebrae are rattled.
With less bravado, I answer, “We, uh, we bought the house.”
“You bought the house,” he says, his voice so not convinced as to what I’m saying.
“Yes, we bought the house, together. Well, we’re renting to own at the moment.”
“What the fuck are you talking about, Sloane?”
Feeling like I need some help on this, I say, “Um, maybe I can merge Stacey in on a phone call, you know, have her explain it with me.”
“You know what? Great idea,” he says. “I’ll merge her. Hold on.”
The phone goes quiet and panic sets in as I turn my phone on speakerand then swipe up to get to my messages where I check my texts with Hudson.
Once again, nothing from him.
I’m offended. You can’t tell me that he doesn’t have his phone with him. This is intentional.
He’s intentionally being an ass.
“Sloane, you there?” Jude says, coming back on the line.
“Yes,” I answer.
“Stacey, you there?”
“Sure am,” she says. “Hey, Sister. How’s old London?”
“London-y,” I answer, not wanting to get into too much because we can’t be having anything slip.
“So to what do I owe the pleasure of this sibling conversation?”
“Jude and I were?—”
“You bought the house?” Jude asks, interrupting me.
There’s silence and then, “Uhhhhh, yeeeeeah.” And then, “You told him?”
“Yes, but?—”
“Yeah, she told me,” Jude says. “Told me everything.”
“Well, that’s not?—”
“Wow, really?” Stacey laughs. “And you’re not marching over to Hudson’s place to choke him with your bare hand?”
Oh fuck.
Oh fuck.
OH FUCK!
