“Just a second,” Quinton murmured into the phone. He pulled the phone away from his ear and placed the front of my phone against his chest.
“It’s your mother,” Quinton told me.
Of course it was.
And, of course, he had to go and answer my phone when it was my mother on the line instead of Mr. Cole.
I wanted to cry.
My life seemed really unfair at times.
Chapter Nineteen
“Hang up,” I hissed at him. “Seriously, Quinton, hang up the phone.”
He put the phone back to his ear. “She’ll call you back,” he told my mother. My freaking mother! He pulled the phone away from his ear and tapped the screen.
Why would she be calling me? Please, please tell me Mr. Cole wasn’t already sending her home. I wouldn’t blame him if he did but I’d still rather he deal with her crazy than have to be stuck with her myself.
“Abel, please move.” I pushed at his chest as much as I could. He rolled over and climbed to his feet.
Addison cupped my jaw in his big hand and tilted my head to the side. “You’re worried.”
Was I worried? Yeah, I honestly was. Worried and scared.
“You don’t have to be afraid of her anymore,” he told me in a serious voice. “There are things we can do to take care of this for you.”
I didn’t like the sound of that.
Quinton started laughing and my cell phone he still held in his hand rang again.
“I get shit on for trying to make one of her problems go away and yet here you are talking about doing the same thing, like it’s acceptable now.” Quinton bitched. “It either is or it isn’t, but if you’re gonna use magic to solve her problems then none of you can bitch at me when I do the same damn thing.”
I gaped at him. “What are you talking about? You keep talking about magic like it’s real. First in my dre-” I snapped my mouth shut. This was the second time I’d almost mentioned my dream. I didn’t want them to know I’d been dreaming about them. No, not them but him.
Quinton tilted his head to the side and studied me. The phone stopped ringing.
“What were you just about to say?” He asked.
“Give me my phone,” I demanded as I sat up on the couch. Addison had pulled his hand away from my face to study Quinton.
“Tell me what you were going to say and I’ll give you your phone back.”
“Just give her her damn phone,” Addison snapped.
“What are you even doing in our room?” Abel demanded to know.
Quinton ignored the both of them to, unfortunately, focus on me. “You were going to say dream, weren’t you?”
I stared him in the eye and thought to hell with it. “Yes, I was going to say dream.”
The room was silent until my phone started ringing again.
“What do you remember from your dream?” He asked.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Abel asked.
“You were in her dreams?” Addison growled.