I considered that for a while, then shook my head. “Brenda is too tall to weigh that little without turning skeletal.”
“But then… who’s at your house?” Brooke’s voice had dropped a full register.
I considered that for a while, then shook my head.
Jack had insisted that I come tonight. He’d kissed my forehead while Liam argued about brushing his teeth, and told me he had it handled.
“You deserve a night off,” he’d said. “Go and celebrate with your girlfriends.”
He’d sounded so sure, like it was easy. I’d had a moment’s doubt (Jack struggled a little with the kids sometimes), but his confidence had persuaded me. I mean, how much trouble could a man get into while caring for his own kids?
“It’s probably nothing,” I said. “Liam struggles to sleep sometimes. Maybe he weighed something on the scale.”
How much trouble could a man get into while caring for his own kids?
“No, sweetie, I don’t think so.” Lila put her phone away. “What could Liam be weighing that’s 115 pounds?”
Hannah was already reaching for her purse. “I’m with Lila on this. We are not sitting here while something weird is happening at your house.”
“It could just be—”
Five women were staring at me. Waiting.
I grabbed my clutch. “Fine. I’ll go check.”
“We’ll go check,” Brooke said. “We’re coming with you.”
“We are not sitting here while something weird is happening at your house.”
Two minutes later, we were crammed into a taxi, knees knocking, the driver glancing at us in the rearview mirror like he wasn’t sure what he’d gotten himself into.
Honestly, fair enough.
“We’re probably making a big deal out of nothing,” I muttered. “I’m just going to text Jack and ask him—”
“Just ask if everything’s okay,” Jenna cut in.
I leaned forward slightly to look at her. “Just that? Why?”
Two minutes later, we were crammed into a taxi.
“To see what he says… if you’re too specific—”
“That’s when they start lying,” Marissa finished.
“Okay, fine.” I texted Jack while the city slid past the windows.
Everything okay?
Three dots appeared almost instantly.
Yep. Kids are asleep. You have fun 😉
I texted Jack while the city slid past the windows.
I stared at that winking emoji for a long moment.
“Did he answer?” Lila asked.
“He says everything’s fine.”
Brooke leaned across the seat. “Ask him what he’s doing.”
What are you up to?
A pause this time. Longer than before.
Just watching TV. Why?
