CHAPTER 40
“Sorry,” Meg said, staring at the sparse bedroom. “I really had no idea what kind of toys a typical three-year-old would play with, and even if I did, I wasn’t sure what would be appropriate for Pip.”
Kimmie tried not to let her annoyance show. Meg was trying. The two women hadn’t fought since their spat in the car, but every sentence felt strained. Like they both knew this was some kind of an act, but even the stress of keeping up such a complicated pretense was easier to deal with than the bickering and jealousy that had polluted their relationship for years.
Meg had already given them a tour of the house, explaining which rooms Dwayne considered on and off limits. Kimmie figured if she stuck with the guest room, the attached bathroom, and the kitchen, she’d be perfectly sa
