“Mom, I'm fine. I'm just really worried about you.” Jules said, one hand holding a barely touched popcorn bucket, the other pressing the phone to her ear.
She was seated on the park bench, the late afternoon sun casting golden stripes through the trees, watching Asher lounged on the grass, half-melted ice cream in one hand and chatting quietly with Mitch.
Jules tossed a handful of popcorn toward a couple of greedy birds. “Mom, everything’s okay. Colton’s a pain in the ass, but he’s not that bad a person.” She paused, then smirked. “He’s just a little stupid, that’s all.”
“A little?"
Jules chuckled.
“Jules, that kid went on TV to announce he's been screwing the fiancee of a man as infamous as Nolan.” Her mom said. "What happened to meeting him like a man and telling him the truth?"
