“Well, I do. I’m coming over.”
She glanced at Jake, who was back in front of the TV. “No, absolutely not,” she said fiercely. “I don’t want you here.”
“Why not, Cassie? What are you hiding?”
“I’m not hiding anything. It’s my mother. She’s not feeling well,” she said, grasping at straws. “The last thing she needs is to have the two of us fussing right under her nose.”
“Then meet me. You pick the place.”
“Didn’t you hear a word I said? My mother’s not feeling well.”
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