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I’d just closed the blinds in the living room and was about to scrounge something up for dinner Sunday evening when the doorbell rang. I hadn’t been expecting company and, since my mother was at Dennis’s, I knew she wouldn’t have invited anyone over.
“Fuck,” I cursed after peeking through the blinds and seeing Alex on the porch. I opened the front door, but blocked the entrance.
He frowned. “Can I come in?”
“Where’s Chloe?” I asked, looking around. “Is she parking the car?”
“She’s on her way back to California. I just came from the airport. Look, can we talk?”
“No. My mother’s here,” I lied.
“Bullshit. I talked to my father about an hour ago. He and Evelyn were going out to dinner.”
I sighed before stepping aside so he could enter the house. “What are you doing here?” I asked as I closed the door behind him.
“I came to apologize.”
“Then you wasted a trip. I meant what I said about being done with you, Alex.