“I told you. There was a fly in the house and then while I was chasing it, a spider fell on me and I panicked and threw a ball at it, but I missed, and it went out the window.” I look at Beau who rolls his lips, and Jacob has to put his hand in front of his mouth to cover his smile. Kallie just looks at me with her mouth hanging open.

“I was put on the spot, okay? That’s the best I could do,” I mumble to them, and then Kallie looks at Ethan.

“How about you come with me to pick up the food, and we can meet them later?” she asks Ethan, and when he looks at me and then at Kallie, she leans in and whispers something in his ear.

“Is that okay, Mom?” he asks, and I just nod my head.

“Only if you promise to bring me back some pizza,” I say. “With pineapple.”

“That’s so gross, Mom,” he says, taking Kallie’s hand. “We have to get it for her since she’s sick,” he says to Kallie, and they walk away.

“Can we do all the questions once I get to a couch?” I ask them, knowing that more questions are coming.

“Let’s go,” Jacob says. I walk as fast as I can to the truck, but my body feels like it was run over by a Mack truck. I close my eyes in the truck, and when we get to Beau’s house, he doesn’t even let me walk. Instead, he carries me inside, and I don’t even have the energy to fight with him.

He walks to the couch and places me down in the corner and then looks over at Jacob. “Grab me a water bottle,” he says.

“And some whiskey!” I shout at him, and then Beau glares at me. Jacob comes back with the water, and he sits down on the couch facing us. I love this family room. When we were picking out the couches, I didn’t want to get up because it was perfect for this room. “Thank you,” I say, grabbing the water and then looking at them. “Okay, what are you two thinking about?”

“The bar, the bricks in the house, the phone calls,” Beau starts. “It’s all related.”

“What phone calls?” Jacob asks, and I roll my eyes.

“It’s nothing,” I say the same time Beau talks.

“Started last night, calling and hanging up.” I drink another sip of water, really wishing it was something more.

Jacob gets his phone out, and he starts typing. “I just texted Casey to start tracing your phone.”

“Oh my God,” I groan. “It’s fine. It’s all fine.”

“It’s not fine!” Beau shouts. “None of this is fine. And it all started as soon as I found out that …”

“Don’t say it.” I point at him. “Don’t you say it.”