GINGER
I rolled into the house around three to Paige with her hands on her hips. "And where have you been?"
"Hi, Mom, nice to see you too," I replied, rolling my eyes.
"What happened to your arms?" She came closer. "And your pants?" I looked down to see that my linen pants were dirt-streaked and torn. Well, there went one leg-covering item.
"Nothing. Just another spill."
"You're not usually that clumsy."
"Maybe I'm getting old."
"Seriously, Gigi?"
I shrugged and turned to walk upstairs to change. Before I got too far, she said, "You smell like Alpha Tyce. That wouldn't happen to have anything to do with what happened, would it?" I stopped for a second, caught off guard. But I decided to just ignore her and continue on my way until I was safely in my room and able to close the door.
