Page 46 of Obsession Falls

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Page 46 of Obsession Falls

“I’m not worried, I’d just like to know.”

She took a deep breath. “Just that you’d fallen on hard times and were out of work.”

“That’s not a rumor, that’s true. I was out of work.”

“Yes, but only for a minute. I’d hardly call it falling on hard times.”

“My bank account would argue with you. And why are you worried about whether people in Pinecrest know I was laid off for a while?”

“You’re Audrey Young. People expect things of you. They expect things of us.”

I rolled my eyes. “I don’t think it’s going to ruin your reputation in Pinecrest if people know I was unemployed.”

“That’s not what I’m saying. Besides, look at you now, associate editor of a newspaper.”

“I’m not associate editor. I’m not actually sure what my job title is. Reporter, I guess? But I’m not in charge of anything.”

“Let’s not argue semantics. It’s a very reputable job.”

Why did it sound like she was trying to convince herself of that? “Mom, what are you worried about?”

“I’m not worried about anything. I just want to make sure you take full advantage of this opportunity.”

“So you don’t have to tell your friends that I’m unemployed again.”

“That’s not what I said.”

I rubbed my forehead. I was starting to get a headache. “Mom.”

“Being a member of this family comes with certain responsibilities. I know you didn’t choose it. But do the royals choose their family? No, of course not. And yet they do what’s expected of them. They do their duty.”

“We arenotthe royals.”

“No, but here in Pinecrest, the Young name means something. It carries a certain weight and it’s up to me to see it through.”

“And I’m not carrying my weight, is that what you’re trying to say?”

“Of course not.” Her attempt to sound mollifying made my head hurt. “You’re doing a great job. I know that. But sometimes maintaining the right appearance requires a little spin. You worked in PR, you know all about that.”

I wanted to tell her that you shouldn’t have to do PR for your adult daughter but my conflict avoidance instincts were screaming at me to end the conversation, not argue with her. “Well, everything is fine here, so you don’t need to worry.”

“I’m glad to hear that. I should let you go. Duchess is giving me the look that means I’m a few minutes late with her snack.”

“Okay, Mom. Talk to you later.”

“Bye.”

I set my phone down and glanced at Max. “I honestly don’t know how to deal with her sometimes. Do you?”

His tongue fell out of the side of his mouth, as if he were currently unaware of its existence.

“I didn’t think so. Let’s go outside.”

Max dashed to the door to wait for me while I put on my flip flops. Then I grabbed a ball and took him out front to play.

There was something oddly therapeutic about playing fetch with my dog. Maybe it was the fresh air or the warmth of the sun on my skin. Or Max’s pure and unadulterated joy as he chased the ball and brought it back, over and over. Probably all of the above. Regardless, it was a great way to work off stress. Good for me, and good for my dog? Win-win.

Josiah wandered outside and stood next to his truck while he talked to someone on his phone. I tossed the ball for Max and moved toward his driveway. Not so I could get closer to him. I was just trying to maximize my ball-throwing space and make sure I didn’t accidentally toss it into the street.




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