There was silence on the line. Then she sighed. “Fine, but you netter be heading here tonight.”
“I am, I promise.” I sighed.
“What’s wrong?” Like a light switch, her anger was gone, and it was replaced by her worry.
“I have to call the King.” I felt the pit in my stomach open.
“Oh, sweetie.” I could feel her amusement through the phone, but she kept it in check. “It will be fine. You act like you are walking to your execution.”
I rubbed my eyes and pinched my nose. “Because I am. Do you not remember the other night?”
“I do, and I think you are going to be perfectly fine.” She sighed. “I love you. Make the call. Go see Vince. Wrap up your work and then come home.”
“Will do.” I sighed. “Love you.” Then I hung up the phone. I looked at my call log and grimaced. I saw Rick’s name and j
