Unfinished Business An Angela Panther Novel (A Chick-lit Paranormal book) (The Angela Panther Series) by Carolyn Ridder Aspenson

Author:Carolyn Ridder Aspenson [Aspenson, Carolyn Ridder]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: paranormal chick lit, relationships, chick lit fiction, chick lit family, chick-lit, cheap kindle book, chick lit humorous, paranormal humorous, Fiction, victoria laurie style books, paranormal fiction, chick lit Atlanta, ghost whisperer, paranormal ghost, Women's Fiction
Publisher: Carolyn Ridder Aspenson
Published: 2013-04-23T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Jake was mowing the front yard when I got home.

I unloaded the groceries I’d picked up on the way back from Starbucks. He turned off the mower and gave me a quick kiss. “Need some help?”

“Nope, thanks. I’ve got it. Is Em still home?”

“Yup. Still in her room last I saw.”

“Did she eat anything for breakfast or lunch for that matter?”

“I made her eat a yogurt at eleven o’clock but that’s it as far as I know.”

“Humph. Did you check her FaceBook account?”

“Yup. I didn’t go through everything but from what I saw, there’s nothing going on. I’ll check again later, though. I didn’t want to be on it too long in case she came downstairs.”

Alright, so I felt a little bad for telling Mel I didn’t think he’d check it, but I didn’t admit that to him. What he didn’t know wouldn’t come back to bite me in the butt. “Cool. Thanks for checking. I’m going to put this stuff away and go talk to her. Is Josh at the basketball courts?”

“Nope. He’s in his room playing Legos.”

“Oh. Not helping with the yard?”

“He mowed the back so I told him I’d do the front. I don’t feel like dealing with work crap today.”

“Cool." I carried arms full of groceries into the house. Jake followed behind with the rest of the bags. I loved that he helped even when he didn't need to. What a guy. Probably thought this would earn him points for sex later and probably he was right.

While putting the groceries away, Ma popped in. Literally. I jumped and dropped the bag of groceries on the floor. Yogurt containers splattered and rolled around and I chased after them. “Cheese and rice, Ma! Don’t scare me like that.”

She was surprised. “Whaddya you mean scare you? I didn’t say boo or anything.”

“Don’t be a smarty pants. You know what I mean.” I grabbed a handful of paper towels and wiped up the splattered yogurt. Of course it was mine that splattered. “You can’t just pop in in front of me like that, Ma. It scares the crap out of me, and I don’t want to freak out and have Emily hear me, you know?”

“Oh, fine. Ruin all of my fun.” She frowned and huffed.

I giggled and put away the rest of the groceries.

“I’m proud of you, Ang.”

“And you’ve decided to finally tell me this after you’ve died, because why?”

She threw her hands up in the air. “Ah Madone. I’ve told you I’m proud of you before, so don’t act like I never did.”

I laughed out loud. “I know. I’m kidding. What are you proud of me for, Ma?” I put the cereal in the pantry and pretended like I didn’t actually need to hear what she was proud about when really I still loved when I made her proud.

“I saw what you did for that woman at Starbucks today. You did good, Ang. You did good.”

I stopped putting the groceries away and peered at my mom. “What do you mean, you saw?”

Her head dropped.

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