"You're in Miami? I thought you were visiting your brother?" Trisha chuckles incredulously. Getting ready for dinner, I layer on my mascara carefully, leaning my phone against my shoulder for support.
"Yeah, we were there two days. We were going to come back but decided to extend the vacation through the weekend."
"You know, I still need to meet this guy, right?"
"I know. When we get back." I remember the fact that I'm going to be living with him and I know I'm in for a lecture. "I should probably tell you something."
"So why don't you?"
"Because it may make you mad."
"I'm-" I lower my voice, aware that Tristan is making calls outside the room as well. We've sworn off phones for the evening so we're getting everything out of the way now. "I'm moving in with him- with Tristan."
I hear her chuckle immediately. "Oh my gosh- I could have fucking told you that. I saw that happening the second he did the statement that day."
I deflate, relieved. "I thought you were going to be so mad."
"No, I know you guys have an unconventional relationship. You do things not necessarily in the order they're supposed to be done... You guys are good?"
"Yeah, yeah. We're good. Little stressed out but good... My mother showed up at our hotel room yesterday."
"My reaction too. She was so rude to Tristan- to me. I kind of threw her out."
"Good for you. She hasn't talked to you in how long?"
"A freaking year."
"Yeah, no. She deserved it. Did you tell her about the- about what happened?"
"Yeah, I did."
"And she told me she hadn't checked her messages in a while."
"Are you kidding me? No apology? She didn't even call you on your birthday for fucks sake!"
She sighs. "I'm sorry, honey."
"Tristan was there for it?"
"Oh yeah, right in the middle. She actually got pissed because he called her ma'am."
"As if she's a miss or something. How old is she now?"
"She's ridiculous, man."
I purse my lips, spreading the nude lipstick together evenly. "I know... I have to go. Tristan is probably waiting for me."
"Alright, well, let me know when you're back, alright?"
"Okay. Love you."
I hang up, grabbing my purse and open the bedroom door. Tristan is nowhere to be found but I see the patio door open so I try there first.
He's sitting on a chair, facing the water. He's resting his finger against his lips, staring out. My brows turn down and I immediately walk out, coming up behind him. Spreading my hands out over the white button down he's wearing; I kiss his cheek, humming happily.
"What's on your mind?"
"Nothing," he murmurs softly, grasping my hand. "Are you ready to go?"
YOU ARE READING
What do you do when disaster strikes? You survive. On the night before her entire life changes, Genevieve Harding was walking along the shoreline with a man she'd only just met. Tristan Maddox. A man who grazed the pages of the magazines and newspa...