I took my plate to the living room and sat in an armchair. “Why do you care?” “Call it motherly curiosity. You’re not exactly forthcoming about what’s going on in your life. Whether or not there really was drama at the Timberbeast, it makes me wonder if you were out with a girl.” “I wasn’t.” “Then what happened?” I let out a breath. “Her ex-boyfriend showed up and wouldn’t leave her alone.” “And you intervened?” “Yeah.” “Hmm,” she said, and I couldn’t tell what it meant. “Did you throw him out?” “I got him to leave.” “Good for you. I’m sure the girl appreciated it.” “Audrey.”
