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When he doesn’t answer, I go in search of him. He’s not in his bedroom, although his bed has clearly been slept in. I frown. Why did he sleep in here? Away from me?
Doubts start to creep in. Did Weston convince Flynn to dump me? Damn, my big brother. He’s not my keeper.
I search the entire house, but Flynn is nowhere to be found. He’s not in the kitchen. He’s not in any of the bathrooms. He’s not hiding in the pantry. He’s not even in the creepy basement I’m never going into again.
Where are you?
I drum my fingers on the kitchen counter as I wait for Flynn to answer. But he doesn’t.He’s a construction worker, Sophia. Maybe he can’t answer his phone because he’s climbing some scary scaffolding. Never mind his current project doesn’t require scaffolding.
I check my phone for the hundredth time and realize I’m going to be late for work. I’m putting this crisis on hold until tonight.
It’s drunk poker night. Flynn can’t avoid me much longer.
I spend the day checking my phone for a response from Flynn and avoiding answering questions from my girlfriends. Who said working with your friends is a good idea? It’s not. Nosey women.
By the time I make it home to change for the evening, my head is aching and I’m considering skipping drunk poker altogether. But Flynn isn’t here. And he hasn’t answered my texts.
Yes, texts. I couldn’t leave it at one text. Nope. I’ve become a little girl desperate for his attention once again.
Drunk poker night it is.
When I arrive at my parents’ house, all my girlfriends are already there.
“You owe me twenty dollars.” Chloe holds out her hand to Nova who slaps a twenty-dollar bill in her palm.
“Are you okay, Sophia?” Maya asks.
My mom bustles into the living room before I can answer, which is a good thing because I don’t have an answer.No, I’m not okay. I think the man I love is ghosting me while I’m living in his housearen’t words I want to speak when my parents and brother are in attendance.
Speaking of Weston? Where is the asshole? I glance around the room but he’s not here.
“Weston isn’t coming,” Mom says.
I rear back. “Since when is he allowed to miss out on poker night?”
She rolls her eyes. “Since he and your father decided they needed a boys’ night out.”
“A boy’s night out on poker night? I’m surprised you allowed this.”
She smiles. “I thought it would be nice to have a girls’ night in.”
My stomach dips. Except I’m not frightened of the next loop in the rollercoaster atMermaid Mystical Gardens.I can handle the rollercoaster. I’m not certain I can handle what I fear is happening here.
“Girls’ night in? Isn’t Flynn coming tonight?”
Mom pats my hand. “I’m surprised he didn’t tell you. He has a birthday party for one of his employees tonight.”
A birthday party for one of his employees?Flynn is famous for showing up at those birthday parties and leaving after one slice of cake. He could easily attend a birthday party and drunk poker on the same night.Ifhe wanted to.
It’s official. Flynn is ghosting me.
“Don’t worry,” Mom says. “We don’t need the men to have fun.”
“That’s what she said,” Chloe mutters.
“I only said it the one time. When I was in college and experimenting,” Mom quips.
I groan. “I am not spending the evening listening to you regale us with your sexual exploits in college.”
