Chapter Nineteen
Tiffany
I WAS SO angry when I left the diner, that I barely remembered driving back to my apartment. It wasn’t until I threw my purse on the sofa and sank down into my chaise that I realized I’d abandoned a famous celebrity like Ransom in an old, dumpy diner. Stifling a giggle, I closed my eyes and began rubbing my temples. As my headache began to subside, my phone vibrated.
A message.
I grabbed my purse and checked the message. It was from Ransom.
Are you okay?
Yes, I answered. Just a headache.
Do you feel better now that you left your headache at Zeke’s?
I laughed. Sorry. Did you find a ride?
Yes.
Well, I’ll see you in a couple hours.
I hope so.
You will. I’d never miss your mom’s funeral.
I already miss you.
Feeling a pang of pleasure in my chest, I smiled
