Chapter Eight
Weston
“Mom, I swear.” I’ve barely entered my hotel room after my date with Viola before my phone’s ringing and there’s no hiding my annoyance or giving my mother a chance to explain why she’s calling before I gripe at her. “If you’re calling to deliver another guilt trip, I’m going to lose my mind. I’ll talk to Alicia when I get back from New York and have dinner with her, as promised. Cut me a little slack, won’t you?”
“Weston, I’m calling you because Alicia asked me to.”
I shut the door behind me, a little surprised, as my mother’s tone is incredibly different compared to what I’ve been subjected to this past week. “Oh?”
“Yes. Alicia wants you to have her cell phone number and to call this evening. If you’re available, that is.”
My mother sounds way too peppy while d
