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“I’ll be here in the morning.”
“No--”
“I’ll be here in the morning,” he cuts me off. “You have my number. I used your phone to call mine. Any problems you call me.”
I’d forgotten about that.
“See you tomorrow, babydoll.” He turns and leaves before I can protest. I shut the door and lock it.
When I turn, I see Grams peeking around the corner. “He’s handsome.” She smiles. “In a devil-may-care sort of way. I like it.”
I want to tell her that he lied to me, but she’s smiling. I don’t want her thinking bad about him for some reason, so I keep my mouth shut. And, if I’m being honest, I wasn’t exactly forthcoming with him about why I’m living on the Bradford estate. I didn’t lie, but I didn’t explain, either. Maybe I should go easier on him.
“Get dry, and then we can have girl talk about that boy,” Grams calls from the kitchen.
I go to my room and change, but I pause for a moment and close my eyes, thinking about Marco. Imagining what it would feel like to kiss him, for him to touch me, for him to . . .
“Evangeline?” Grams interrupts my inappropriate thoughts, and I head to the kitchen for my meatloaf with a side of third-degree interrogation, Grams-style.
