Page 157 of Sugar
I swatted at my handsome boyfriend who I loved with a scary intensity.
Usually.
Not right then.
“Madeline, wake up.”
“It hasnotbeen ten hours.”
He pulled the pillow off my head before I could finish burrowing under it. “Sorry, but the next chaos didn’t wait.”
Oh, what now?
I blinked up at him. And then blinked a few more times to get my eyes to focus. “What’s going on?”
“Your dad’s been trying to call you.”
“Shit, my phone must be on silent.”
“When he couldn’t reach you, he called my office, and June called me.”
Oh hell. That was not a good sign.
At all.
My dad hadn’t disowned me or anything, but he still wasn’t thrilled about my age-gap boyfriend. He pointedly avoided conversation about my dating life in any of his succinct, fatherly texts. The fact that he’d willingly called him to reach me was as bad of an omen as plague locusts, falling frogs, or evil little boys named Damien.
I bolted upright, as wide awake and alert as if I’d gotten an espresso IV. “Is he okay? And my mom?”
“Yes. Mostly. Greer must’ve told her mom, who then told yours and Wren’s mom.”
“And?”
“And I need you to get dressed so we can bail them out.”
Bail ended up being unnecessary.
For the OGs, at least.
Thanks to whatever strings Easton had pulled, they were released without any sort of processing. All they received was a strong reprimand and a warning to never so much as pick up a golf club again.
For the second time in their friendship, they’d grabbed clubs. Their spousal vengeance had a theme.
I wasn’t sure exactly what happened during Greer’s hike, but by the time she’d returned down the mountain, she had proof.
Of Doug’s fraudulent prescriptions and procedures.
And of his affair.
WithGloriaof all people.
I got the feeling she might’ve cut him some slack if it was only the first part. Or if his affair partner was anyone but Josh’smom.
It made my eye twitch just thinking about it, and I wasn’t the one with the cheating father.
Since that was a step too far, Greer had driven straight home to tell her mom.
Doug’s prized sports car ended up in dented, shattered pieces.
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