Page 67 of Good Time Boyfriend
“Why are you being so rude?” My mom shook her head and moved around me.
“Hello, I’m Julia Cassidy, and this is my husband, Gerald Cassidy.”
Devney looked around, and then at my mother’s outstretched hand. Devney was sweet, polite, so she shook my mother’s hand, and then my father’s. “Hi, I’m Devney.”
“Devney, that is a wonderful name. And who are you here with?”
“Oh. Um.” Devney cleared her throat. “I’m here with Heath.”
My mother looked at me and grinned. “Oh. Our Heath. Our eldest boy. He’s so strong, isn’t he? Well, if he’s anything like his dad, you’re going to want to keep an eye on him.” She winked as she said it, and it took me a few moments to catch on to what she was saying.
My dad rolled his eyes. “It was only one time.”
“Last month. But it’s okay. You’re going to love him no matter what. They have addictions, you know. They stray, but then you bring them back.”
“Straying is the fun part. Because then you get to make up.” My dad tugged at my mom’s hair and kissed her, far too hard and intimately for where they were.
I pinched the bridge of my nose as we all stood there in silence.
What was there to say when it came to our parents?
There was nothing funny about the parent trap situation they had put us in and there was nothing funny about what they were doing now.
“Anyway, we came to see your restaurant.”
“I own a bar.”
“Oh. Well, I thought maybe it was like a café or diner or something.”
“I own the café and coffee shop, Mom,” Greer said.
“All entrepreneurs.” Then she turned to August. “And Aggie, how is elementary school treating you?”
“It’s August. I don’t go by that name.” And my twin taught high school, not that our parents knew that.
Mom didn’t seem to care. “Oh shush. I’m your mother.”
August growled. “Are you?”
“Oh stop. I’ve always been your mother.”
I stepped forward, done with this. “You know, I’m not in the mood for this family drama. His name is August, and he teaches high school. You would know that if you cared about your kids. But you don’t.”
“I have always been your mother.”
“Tome. When you felt like it,” Greer added.
“Why are you guys so mean to us? Don’t you care that your father and I love each other and we’re finally back together? We’re a family again. And look at all of you. You have grown so close. Just like I always knew you would.”
My parents were fucking delusional. Nothing about what they had done when we were children made sense, and it was even worse now.
I just wanted this to end.
“You guys should go,” I said, because even though it wasn’t my house, August looked like he wanted to hit someone. He was just so fucking angry all the time, and I was supposed to be the cool one. The calm one. But it wasn’t going to work.
Luca looked at them, and I knew the pain in his gaze, and I knew why. I knew what they had done, and what he had lost. What my sister had lost.
I was done.
