“Weallsaw what happened yesterday. He call or text you last night?” Glenn asked her shortly.
Britt was cagily silent.
“Thought he would,” Glenn said triumphantly. “He maybe text you more than once?”
She glared sullenly at him.
Glenn was a parent. He could probably not only put up with her evasion all day, he could see right through her.
“What’d he want, Britt?”
“He wanted me to call him or text him back,” she finally, begrudgingly, confessed.
“And did you?”
“Of course not.”
“Why the hell not?”
“I didn’t want to.”
Glenn’s brows dove in a frown. “And is that all he wanted? He apologize for bailing like that?”
Pride and wounded feelings and fury and a whole soup of other things made her want to lie to Glenn.
Another part of her was curious about what he would say. Because she knew, deep down, both Glenn and Sherrie cared about her.
“He wanted to come over,” she confessed. “And yes. He apologized.”
Apparently she wasn’t going to be allowed to savor martyrdom for even a millisecond.
“Thought so. McCord is a stand-up guy. He cares about you. He fixed yourporch.”
Glenn equated carpentry with character.
“Whose side are you on?” She was pissed now.
“I’m on the side of whatever gets your moping over with fastest, which means you need to talk to him.”
“Who says I’mmoping?”
Glenn snorted as if that didn’t even warrant an answer. “Go on, get going. I don’t want my food to get cold.”
Britt narrowed her eyes at him.
She finally snatched the bag from his hand. “You taught all your kids to swim by throwing them into the pool, didn’t you?”
“Worked, too,” he said cheerfully. “They all swim like fish.”
“Maybe it’s because they’re all partmermaid,” she called slyly over her shoulder as she stalked out of the Misty Cat.
“Mer—? Sherrie!” he bellowed.
Britt would have trudged, protestingly, all the way to J. T.’s house—it was a fifteen-minute trudge, if she wanted to do it that way—but her conscience got the better of her and there really was no sense in wasting good hot food, so she picked up the pace, and she was just about at that turn in the road when...
Fuck.
Her stomach did a swan dive off a cliff.