Page 49 of Between Passion and Revenge: Part Two

“Let’s just say my brother and I aren’t on the best of terms right now. But you’re coming to see me?”

I make a face. “You’re in Paris?”

“Oui, oui, bestie!” she chirps. “Well, mais non, I’m in Cannes, but close enough!”

“How and when did you get there? Did you already take King’s plane?”

She hums and is silent for a long moment.

“I have friends. Other friends. Who don’t mind…sharing.”

I grimace like that one meme of Chrissy Teigen at the Oscars, allowing myself to be distracted from the mess in front of me.

“Ah, I see. Another one of your so-called ‘ho-cations?’”

“You know it, babe,” she replies brightly.

I grin.

“What’s this one’s name?”

Raising her eyebrow, she gives me a slick smile.

“Who says it’s just one person?” she replies, and I bark a laugh, then change the subject.

“What did King do this time?”

Yenn hesitates, the chatter in her background suddenly rising as what sounds like a few people laugh. The tap of Yenn’s nails on her phone screen comes through the speaker.

“Let’s not talk about him. I’ve just texted him. Now, what’s this all about? The truth this time,” she says.

I can’t tell her everything.

There’s a pause, a shift in the air over the line.

Yenn starts, “What’s going on? You sound?—”

“I’m fine, Yennifer. I just...do you think he can do it? Tonight?”

“Girl, what? First, you’re full-naming me. Second, what’s the rush?”

I blow out a breath.

“I’m going to win Mother of the Year for sure, but I was supposed to meet the twins in Paris to take them to Disney with my mom, but….”

She winces. “And they’re already in France?”

“Yep,” I say, popping the “p.”

“Ah, and seeing as you’re calling me from Chicago right now….”

“Yeah,” I say, settling into the diversionary topic. “So, I really need to make it up to them. The sooner I can get to them, the better.”

Yenn hums.

“Don’t judge me, Yenn. I’m trying my best,” I say with a long sigh.

“I know you are,” she replies. “But you’re still not telling me the whole story.”