*EVICTED*
Flora's POV
“Our hotel stay expired today,” I said, staring at the flashing red text. “We’re supposed to be out of Chicago this morning.”
“This is exactly what I’ve been trying to discuss with you. Where do I get to stay for the next three months? And what about my best friend? We can’t exactly pitch a tent on the sidewalk while I play the part of your doting fake girlfriend.”
Before he could answer, a frantic, rhythmic knocking rattled the door.
It swung open immediately. Lucille burst in, holding three cups of coffee.
“We've got a problem, Lucille,” I said, tapping the space beside me on the bed. She sat down and I thrust the phone into her face.
Lucille’s eyes skimmed the text.
She let out a long breath that deflated her shoulders. “I go
