Chapter 13
My mom called that evening as I was having dinner, alone. “Hi, Mom.”
“Hello Samantha. How are you?”
Oh great, it was the throw her off so I can ambush her later tactic. I hated this one because I always fell for it.
“I’m good, Mom. It’s been a good day,” I blushed. She wouldn’t be getting the details of my rendezvous with Brady, but I wouldn’t lie.
“That’s good to hear sweetheart. I worry about you. All those random people you work with. It would be so easy for someone to take advantage of you.”
“Mmm hmm,” I mumbled. It was an argument I’d heard plenty over the years. A friend of a friend had a cousin whose daughter said she heard about a photographer who was attacked when doing a photo shoot for someone. I needed to be more careful.
It was ridiculous, but it was Mom.
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