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“What in the blue devil?”
My eyes snapped open, and I jackknifed up. “Who are you?”
“Who am I?” a woman snapped. “I think I need to know who the hell you are?” She flipped on the light, and I saw a woman who looked similar to Delaney.
Her mom was home.
She looked around the living room, and her eyes landed on Harlyn and Remy sleeping in the recliner. “Why the heck is part of the Cummings Racing pit crew in my living room?” she demanded.
“Susan?” Remy asked sleepily.
Wait, Remy knew Delaney’s mom? How the hell did he know her and I didn’t? And how did Delaney’s mom know what the Cummings Racing pit crew was? Delaney knew absolutely nothing about racing so I figured her mother wouldn’t either.
“Did I walk into the wrong house?” she looked around and shook her head. “Nope, that’s my crummy couch Jay is sleeping on. Where is Delaney?”
Remy flipped down the footrest on the recliner and woke up Harlyn.
“Someone talk to me,” Susan demanded. I think that was what Remy called her.
“I’m with—” I started but was cut off by Delaney’s voice from the top of the stairs.
“Mama, I’m upstairs.”
Susan looked at the stairs and then back at us. “Well, it’s good to know I’m not in the wrong house, but that doesn’t explain why everyone else is here.”
“Come up here, and I’ll explain everything,” Delaney called.
Susan glanced at Remy and Harlyn once more, but her eyes landed on me and didn’t move. “I think I know why you’re here,” she whispered.
She couldn’t possibly know about Delaney and me. Delaney had told me she planned on telling her mom about the baby when she got home from her work trip.
Susan climbed the stairs slowly, leaving Remy, Harlyn, and me downstairs.
“You don’t know who that is?” Remy asked softly.
I shook my head. “I’ve got a pretty strong feeling it’s Delaney’s mom, but I don’t know how the hell you know who she is.”
Remy shook his head and put his arm around Harlyn. “You really need to open your eyes and look at the people around you, Jay. That’s Christy’s home nurse. Brooks’ mom?”
I looked at the stairs, and it all came together. “Small fucking world.”
Remy nodded. “Sure the hell is. I didn’t know Delaney was her kid until she was standing here,” he chuckled.
This was not the way I wanted to meet Delaney’s mom. Delaney had told me her mom wouldn’t be home until towards the middle of July, but something must have changed.
Delaney must have called her.
While I was downstairs willing to do anything she wanted or needed, Delaney had called her mom to be with her.
I was here, and she didn’t want me.
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