My dreams were filled with oceans, palm trees, salty air and
natives with bright green eyes who had an affinity to drool. One of the natives
was getting ready to give me my happy ending from my massage when he opened his
mouth. He started singing, ‘I’m Sexy and I Know It.’
What the fuck?
I peeled back an eyelid and groaned when my cell phone was
vibrating on the nightstand. The light from the screen dimly lit the room. I
swiped the phone and glowered at the caller ID. Parents. “Shit! I forgot to call them!” I picked up the call. “Hello?”
“Oh good, you’re alive and not dead in the gutter anywhere,”
Renee breathed.
“I could be tied up in a dark room and my abductors could be
holding the phone to my ear,” I snickered.
My mom growled. “Kidding, Ma. I’m
just kidding.”
“Don’t tease like that, Isabella. I would have been happier
if you were going on your ‘singlemoon’ in the states. Not fricking Brazil,” she
grumbled.
“Awwww, are you jealous, Mom?” I snorted.
“I’m not jealous. I’m worried. My baby girl is a half a
world away in South America with strangers.”
“Mom, I’m not with strangers. I made a friend on the plane
and ironically enough, it’s her family that owns the resort I was going to
staying at. She kind of adopted me and I’m staying with her, not at the resort.
Plus her family refunded me the money of the trip since I’m not staying at the
resort,” I explained.
“Tell me about this girl. Your dad can run a background
check,” Renee said sternly.
“Mom, stop. Don’t you trust me?” I asked, slightly hurt that
my mom didn’t trust my people reading skills. I mean, really. Alice’s family
owned a fucking island! Yes, her ex-boyfriend is a fucktard but Alice is a cool
chick.
“Of course I do, Bella,” she sighed. “Anyhow, Tyler came
over to the house today.”
“And I care about this why?” I snarled.
“He dropped off all of your stuff that you left at his
apartment,” Renee explained. “He also said that he and Eric are going to be
moving to San Francisco for Eric’s new job as a head chef. Tyler has already
been offered a position at the paper in San Francisco in the sports department.”
“Good for him,” I said dryly. “Look, Mom. I’m tired. A day
of travel kicked my ass. I was asleep when you called and I’d like to get back
to sleep.”
“Fine, Bella,” Renee said. “Call if you need anything. Love
you, baby girl.”
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