Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 91937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“It’s a thing,” I confirm for her, “and even after, it’s as if you instantly forget things.”
“Good to know.” She hands me a pen, and I look down at the paper, filling in the name of my bank. “So how are you doing?”
My eyes shoot up right away, and I should have known Brady would have told her about what happened. “I guess you could say I’m doing as good as I should be doing.” I look back down at the paper and fill out my account number.
“Is it the shifts at the bar that are the problem?” she asks, her voice filled with worry. “I can see if maybe you can get shorter shifts.”
“No.” I shake my head. “I need the shifts.” I sound as if I’m one string away from snapping after the day I’ve had. “I thought you were mentioning me being served the other night.”
She gasps, “I’m sorry.” Her face is filled with confusion. “I have no idea what the hell you are talking about.”
“But,” I start, the pen dropping from my fingers, “I thought for sure that Brady.”
“Brady?” she questions his name.
“Well, he was there, obviously, when I was served.” If I thought my heart was going nuts before, it’s nothing like it is now.
“I’m sorry”—she holds up her hand—“you will need to back up there.”
I’m the one who is confused now. Did he not tell her anything? “Brady is my neighbor,” I say, not sure why, but I do, and she gasps again.
“You’re the neighbor who baked him that apple pie,” she states as if I just told her I had the direct line to the president of the United States. “God, that was good fucking pie.” She looks at the cake, taking another bite of it before turning back. “Okay, so you live next to Brady, and you were served papers for what?”
“Winston is suing me for custody of Wyatt,” I finally let it out, and quickly wipe the tears that have managed to come out, “and I need a lawyer.” I really wish I could shut the fuck up right now, but my mouth is just letting it all go. “But everywhere I called today, they told me no one is taking new clients.” My body literally shakes uncontrollably. “How is that even possible?” I ask, but I’m not really asking her. Her face is now ashen white, and her mouth hangs open. “Like, every single lawyer out there I’ve called is not taking clients.” I don’t even notice the tears are just streaming down my face. I don’t notice the air in the room has shifted. I notice nothing. If I had, I would have noticed him walking into the room. I would have noticed Autumn’s eyes, which were on me during my very public meltdown, shifting over my shoulder, but I was too far gone anyway. “But they are not, and I have seven days to respond to the ridiculous summons.” I close my eyes, hoping the last of the tears just rolled over my lids. “Do you have a lawyer or know of anyone who is taking new clients?” I know asking her is something I shouldn’t do, but I’m literally stuck.
She opens her mouth, but the voice comes is from behind me, and it’s from a very pissed-off man. “He’s fucking suing you?”
CHAPTER 13
Brady
Walking into the office, I didn’t know what I was expecting to hear, but it’s safe to say that what I heard was the last thing I thought I was going to hear. I tried to keep it under wraps, tried to push it down, but my mouth had other plans, roaring out, “He’s fucking suing you?”
Her head snaps to look my way, and I see her face streaked with fucking tears, more fucking tears than should be shed for such a piece of shit. “Brady.” My sister’s tone comes out as a sort of warning, and I should heed it, but I don’t.
“He’s suing you?” I ask again, watching her face turn ashen. “I must have heard wrong, right?” I look at her, not taking my eyes off her. Waiting each fucking second, I get angrier and angrier, my body going so tense.
“You did not,” she whispers. “He wants sole custody of Wyatt.” I can see her hand shaking.
“Are you shitting me?” I ask, looking from her to Autumn, whose eyes look like they are about to come out of their sockets as she tries to give me a look to tell me to relax. “He’s been over twice in the past couple of weeks, and he’s done it blitzed out of his mind.”
“Brady,” Autumn mumbles, getting up to her feet now and walking around her desk, “you are scaring her.” I look down at her as she puts her hand on my arm. “Can you relax, please?”