Summer Fling by Jerica MacMillan

Author:Jerica MacMillan [MacMillan, Jerica]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Published: 2019-11-06T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

“Hey, hoochie. Where were you last night?” Megan stood in the doorway to Abby’s bedroom, changing from her work clothes into shorts and a T-shirt.

Abby looked up from her laptop, blinking at her roommate to get her brain to focus on a conversation instead of the article she’d been reading to distract herself. “What do you mean?”

Megan gave her a pointed look, not at all diminished by the fact that she was only wearing shorts and a bra, having not quite gotten her T-shirt on yet. “Don’t play dumb, Abby. You’re not any good at it.”

Abby turned back to her computer, not wanting to rehash last night. “I texted you yesterday. You know I had to help my mom.” She still wasn’t sure if she’d made a good choice agreeing to keep seeing Lance. But she also didn’t like the idea of not seeing him again. Which of course only made her feel more conflicted about seeing him again. Yeah, she’d told herself that if she knew he was leaving, it wouldn’t hurt so bad. But if she already couldn’t stomach the thought of not seeing him again, how would she deal when he left? Of course, since he was still here, it just seemed silly to deny herself.

Megan pulled her shirt on and climbed onto Abby’s bed. “What did she need? Is she okay?” She settled herself cross-legged and petted Abby’s comforter, looking at it wistfully.

Grinning at her friend’s obsession with her comforter, she shook her head and turned back to Megan, realizing she would have to have a full conversation before getting back to the article. “She needed groceries and stuff. The usual. She’s fine.”

“Good. I’m glad it wasn’t anything serious.” Megan had been around long enough to know that usually her mom just needed errands run, but it could be involve trip to the ER. Concern for Abby’s mom successfully allayed, Megan went back into interrogation mode, her lips curving and her gaze sharp. “Mind telling me how you got there to get her groceries and stuff? Because your car stayed here, and I sure as hell didn’t take you.”

Abby refused to look at Megan, making a show of scrolling to the top of the document she had open. “I told you in my text that Lance was taking me.”

“Yes, that’s right.” Her smile grew, like the cat who got the canary. “Lance took you. You and I both know it only takes a couple hours to get your mom’s groceries, plus another hour and a half for driving time. You left at like five? So that means you should’ve been home by eight thirty or nine at the latest.”

Abby shook her head. “We didn’t get done at my mom’s until after eight.”

“Okay. You got done a little after eight. That still gets you home by nine. I’d even go with nine thirty if you stopped to grab a quick bite to eat.” With her elbows on her knees, Megan folded her hands under her chin, tilted her head, and batted her eyes.

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