chapter 19

Harley

As I hurry to get dressed, I catch my reflection in the mirror. Post tequila face; mom’s not going to approve of this.

Must fix.

Mikayla called me about twenty minutes ago saying mom fell down the stairs a few days ago and didn’t say anything to is because she didn't want us to worry.

"I think you should come by, and you know, do the whole caring daughter thing.”

Just like that my Sunday plans for introvert, recuperation, alone time are disintegrated. I was surprised Mikayla was up so early, until she reminded me that she was pregnant and didn’t have a drop to drink last night.

Since I’m too hung over to ride out there, I called Marco asking for a favor, but he didn’t sound too fresh either. He said he'd take care of it and to just start getting ready.

Marco. My sweet Marco. He’ll make me a great husband one day if I fail miserably at acquiring one on my own. It makes me wonder though, Marco goes through women like crazy, but I don’t th