Stepping outside, on the third ring I answered as I shut the door behind me. “Hello?” “Your stepmom has been harassing my mom.” A low, gravelly voice greeted me. I cursed under my breath. That’s what I get for not saving his number in my contacts. “Yeah,” he bit out. “Fucking A, Dust.” Dust. That pissed me off. He didn’t get to call me out of the fucking blue, then use that nickname he used when we actually were friends. Oh-to-the-hell-fuck-no. “Fuck you.” He was silent, hearing me, then a low and savage growl came from the other end. “Are you kidding me? Your stepmom has some delusion that
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