Chapter 19

Tatum

“Bout time you brought your lazy ass home.”

I smile to myself as I hear Addie start in on me. We’d seen each other for a quick wave before we’d both left for our respective jobs.

“I knew this would happen as soon as you saw me today.” The grin doesn’t leave my face as I continue taking my laundry out of the dryer.

“Why are you doing laundry on a Wednesday? You’re typically a weekend washer.” The arch of her brow is suspicious.

“I’m not going to be here this weekend,” I carefully speak the words, preparing for the onslaught of questions I know will come.

“And where in the hell will you be, Tatum Walker?”

Continuing to fold the laundry, I turn to face her fully, almost cracking up at the pose she’s struck. Her hand is on her hip, eyes drawn in question, and she’s pointing her free hand at me. “Need I remind you, that you aren’t my mother, Addie? Even when sometimes you’re worse than my mother. For your information, I’m going to spend the weekend with Remy.”