Mrs. February (The Calendar Girl Duet Book 2) by Karen Cimms

Author:Karen Cimms [Cimms, Karen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lone Sparrow Press
Published: 2018-05-18T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Forty-Two

I was a terrible liar. The kids were probably too stunned at my outfit or too upset about meeting Callie to notice, and Chase—well, he was just stunned.

Once they’d left, I climbed into the car and drove in to Somerville and then up toward Clinton. After about forty-five minutes, I turned around and headed for home. They should have been well on their way upstate by then, and if Chase decided the only way out of town was past my house—which would make no sense, but nothing made sense lately—he would’ve had to drive past my empty driveway. But just to be on the safe side, when I got home, I parked in the garage, in the spot where Chase used to keep his Harley.

I scrubbed my face and climbed into an oversized T-shirt, opened a bottle of wine, and curled up on the bed to the sounds of the classic movie channel. I dozed off to Arsenic and Old Lace but awoke a little while later to Poltergeist. I flicked off the set. I hated scary movies. I hated anything scary. Life was scary enough without make-believe scariness too.

On my way back from the bathroom, I snatched the laptop off the coffee table, where Izzy had left it earlier. I logged on to Facebook. Maybe someone else was lonely on a Thursday night.

Other than a dozen requests to play Candy Crush Saga or FarmVille, neither of which I’d ever played or had an interest in playing, the few people I connected with online were all off doing something else. I scrolled through my news feed, then poured the last of the bottle.

Chase didn’t have a Facebook account, so there was no way I could stalk him, but that didn’t mean I hadn’t stalked him on Lorraine’s or Dylan’s pages. At least until Lorraine blocked me. And Dylan hadn’t updated his page in more than two years, so there was nothing new to see.

And while part of me was curious about Callie, another part didn’t want to risk seeing pictures of her and Chase together. Unfortunately, the part of my brain in control of my fingers must’ve had too much wine.

Nothing came up when I searched for Callie Stankevich. She might not have a Facebook page, but I somehow doubted that. I drained my glass, then went to find another bottle of wine in the cabinet over the refrigerator. I popped a handful of ice cubes into my glass, twisted off the cap, and poured myself another glass. If nothing else, I would sleep well.

My phone chimed as I sauntered back into the bedroom. It was Izzy.

Dad said to let you know we’re here. Are you having fun?

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