I glanced over at my house. Do I? Yeah, despite the zoo at Mama’s, I really do. “Well, it’d be a tight squeeze. Oh, and I might need a husband first. Mama may be progressive, but she’s a firm believer in two-parent households.”
Do I? Yeah, despite the zoo at Mama’s, I really do.“She does realize that fifty percent of marriages end in divorce?”
“Oh my God, never quote that statistic to her. She’ll lose her ever-loving shit.”
Arthur nearly choked on a swallow. “Did you just…swear?” He pitched the question low—as if Mama were hiding in the bushes.
I’d spent my whole life watching my tongue so I wouldn’t slip up around Mama, and coming out with the words now felt forced, but I jerked my chin up. New life, new rules. “I’m twenty-seven-f*****g years old. I think it’s about time.”
New life,
