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Fuck.That was the one thing I couldn’t do. “And they need to be positive?”
“They have to be. We want to build the best case we can. Will that be a problem?”
My entire body tensed. A problem? This was a death sentence.
But I had to fight this somehow. I couldn’t let this asshole have my nephew.
“No. No problem. I’ll figure it out.”
I thought about it the whole way home.
In order for people to be able to do anything, they needed to see me with Eric. And in order for them to see me with Eric, I had to leave the house and be nice to them.
Which was going to be terrible.
As I pulled into the driveway, Mollie’s shiny car sat innocently in the spot to the right. I sighed when I saw her, but knew I needed to start with her before anyone else.
If I hadn’t been such an ass to her, she could have written a letter.
When I walked in, she was on the couch, laptop in hand. She didn’t seem to be working. Instead, she was leaning forward and watching the TV intently.
“Is that reality TV?” I asked.
“Shh!” she snapped. “I’m watching my best friend and the man of her dreams.”
I blinked. There were two people on the TV. One hadreddish-blonde hair falling over her shoulders in waves, while the other had dark hair and a permanent smirk.
“I didn’t think very highly of you before, but this is worse than I thought.”
She grabbed one of the throw pillows and hurled it at me. I caught it before it could hit my face.
“It’s all fake, you know,” I said.
“No, I happen to know this is real. That’s my friend, Wren. OnTV.”
I turned. “Your friend renovates houses?”
“She’s a Nashville legend. She finally got one of the abandoned mansions and is renovating it on live TV.”
Where they were located had fallen victim to time. “She better not make it all gray.”
“I’m offended that you even think that.” She paused the show and grabbed her phone, scrolling for a minute. “Look at her work.”
I took it with a roll of my eyes. I was more than likely going to see the typical beige or gray remodel with no character.
Instead, I saw old homes tastefully decorated. They had different color schemes, and all kept some of the original character of the home.
“And this is her show?”
“Yep.” She pressed play and I turned, arms crossed. Wren was talking to the camera about her plans while the man next to her watched her intently. The scene changed, and he was knocking out a wall. “He’ssohot.”
“That man is a tool.”
“You’rea tool,” she replied. “Besides, Wren has a huge crush on him.”
“He’s a TV personality.”
“So?” She rolled her eyes. “Sit down if you’re gonna watch. And shut your mouth.”