IRENE
"Have you been crying? What's wrong with your eyes? Give me a name and an address," I rolled my eyes, groaning as Karson continued. "I'm not joking, Irene. Fill me in on the way--"
"On the way to where? You're not even allowed to come here."
He narrowed his eyes on me through the phone. Nanny May's laughter rolled out behind me.
"It's not funny," I said, keeping my eyes on Karson before he could try anything. "Don't even think of leaving that chair and my eyes are just fine."
"Nice try. You're going to have to lie harder than that."
"Karson, don't you have something better to do?"
"What's better than talking to you?" he arched his brow.
"You're watching me and I don't like it. I'm at home and there's no one here-- there's no guy here. Why don't you trust me?" absurd as it sou
