Page 64 of A Little Bit Engaged
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An hour later, Cara had showered and scrubbed the pink face paint off. The costume had made her feel attractive and desired, but she preferred putting on a pair of leggings and a long T-shirt. Much more comfortable. With a mix of nerves and anticipation, she paced the length of the apartment, eager for Brody to return.
Her lips wanted another kiss, but that was secondary at the moment. First, she wanted to tell him what an amazing difference he’d made to Slayter. Brody had always seemed larger than life, but today, she’d seen how big his heart was, too. She had no doubt he’d be a fantastic husband and father.
Caring, dedicated, and loving.
The kind of man she wanted to date and spend her life with.
“Any news?” she asked.
“No.” Rizzo hunched over the jigsaw puzzle on the coffee table. “Same answer as seven minutes ago.”
She stopped. “That’s all the time that’s gone by?”
Grinning, he nodded. “Sucks when you want something, huh?”
She swallowed a sigh. “Very much.”
“If something went wrong, we’d have heard by now.”
Rizzo had said that seven minutes ago, too.
A text notification sounded. It was from Geoff. He’d attached a photo.
She did a double take.
No. No. No.
Cara reread what was written on the photo of the eviction notice attached to her condo door. It included a slam on her character and a rant about Loki destroying the condo.
Lies, every single one.
Cara’s stomach churned. She plopped onto the couch. “I don’t believe this.”
Rizzo stood. “What?”
“My sister is evicting me.” The back of Cara’s neck knotted. “Caitlin’s giving me until tomorrow night to get my stuff out of the condo, or she’ll have everything thrown away.”
His eyes darkened. “That’s not legal. You have thirty days minimum per your lease agreement.”
“I never signed a lease.” Cara hadn’t thought she needed one since her landlord was her sister. She’d paid rent and the utilities each month. She hadn’t been late with a payment, not even after being laid off. Yet, that hadn’t stopped Caitlin.
Cara buried her face in her hands. What was she going to do?
Loki.
Her sweet, spoiled, chubby Loki would be homeless. Her, too.
She didn’t even own a car they could live in.
Tilting her head up, she blinked back the tears threatening to overflow. She needed to talk to Caitlin. Not cry.
Walking into the bedroom, she pressed Caitlin’s name on the contact list. One ring, two.
“I can’t believe you pretended to be me at the Children’s Hospital.” The words, laced with frustration and anger, poured from Caitlin’s mouth. “How dare you! I should have been included.”
You were asked, but you said no.
