Chapter 23: Romantic Contract?

Vanessa

"Carpinteria?" I frown.

With everything going on, I forgot Brent had mentioned Carpinteria. I bite my bottom lip.

"Uh, I'm not settled yet."

Brent's deep voice sounds strained. "Settled? Did you move or something?"

"No," I tell him, closing my bedroom door. "My grandparents are still selecting the home healthcare person."

Brent exhales. "What about Isley, huh? Tell him to change into his pajamas and spend the weekend at your place."

I roll my eyes and lean against the door. "Isley does have a life."

"Really? I would not have guessed the way he and his onesies are always over there," he tells me.

Are you being sarcastic, Brent?

I shrug. "Well, I can't go. Maybe next weekend."

"I'll call you back in five minutes," he tells me.

"Brent, don't call--" I stop when I hear air.

I stare at the phone.

The "call ended" sign flashes on my screen.