Chapter 123

When I finally hang up, I drag a hand down my face and hand Sloane back her phone. She’s already standing there, arms crossed and a smirk that says she heard *every damn word.*

“So…” she drawls, passing me the tongs. “How much trouble are you in?”

I roll my eyes, flipping a sausage that’s somehow managed to survive Declan’s cooking. “Enough,” I mutter. “Ma gave me the full guilt trip, Pa just sigh