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I find a gorgeous black and red lacy set that makes my tits look fuller and was also on sale. I nibble a little poké as healthy lunch, then get myself all scrubbed up nice at the spa, including a manipedi in a dark red I hope is provocative. I really have no idea what an experienced man like Ethan finds sensual. I am however feeling sexy and confident, until the phone rings.
“Hello, Mom,” I say answering through the car’s Bluetooth.
Her voice booms through the speakers and I have to turn down the volume. “Rylie, how are you darling?”
“I’m fine, Mom.”
“How’s the studying going?”
“Peachy.”
“It doesn’t sound like it. I’ve had a talk with your father,” she says, like that’s something they do often.
“What?”
“He says he suspects you're sneaking around at something.”
“What?” I screech.
“He says he doesn’t know who – yet – but some soldier is going to get sent to—”
I interrupt her, “He said what?”
“He says you’re to come stay with me while you finish studying for the bar exam.”
“What the fuck?” I yell, frustrating on so many counts.
“I’m not one of your college roomies, Lady,” she opines.
“I don’t have a college roomie, Mom. I live with Dad.”
“I think that’s the problem.”
“Why’s that a problem?”
“You’re going to end up with a military man, and he’s going to treat you the way your Dad treated me.”
“Not all men are the same," I object.
“Bullshit,” my mother says in the oracle mother tone. “Men are all the same. I was married to your father for almost twenty years. You know how many officers in the JAG Corps were faithful?”
“Tell me,” I say resigned to hear a lecture. Again.
“Not a single one. Not only are they Army, but they're also lawyers. Think about it."
“So you’ve said,” often, “but I still find that hard to believe,” I argue.
“I’m telling you. If you keep seeing this guy—”
“Wait,” I say, interrupting her again, “who says I’m seeing a guy?”
“Are you denying it?”
Oops.
“Well, it’s complicated," I say trying to maintain my composure. I know the more I say, the more deductions she’ll leap to. My mother is no lawyer and doesn’t worry too much about the evidence. Then again, plenty of lawyers go the same route.
“Shit, Rylie,” she says. “You’re seeing an officer, aren’t you?”
