One Week Girlfriend - By Monica Murphy Page 0,47

my spine, though I don't know exactly why. I shouldn't be scared of this woman, despite her menacing expression and those cold, calculating eyes. She means nothing to me.

But I don't want to make waves. It's Thanksgiving for the love of God. Getting in some sort of stupid argument with his stepmom will only hurt and humiliate Drew and I don't want to be that type of girlfriend, fake or not.

"Isn't it rude to spy on other people's conversations?" I ask, because I can't help myself. I'm pissed she's listening in, even more so that she believes I'm talking to another boyfriend, lover, whatever. I shouldn't have to explain myself. It's none of her damn business.

"Not when the conversations are happening inside my house, in my study. And when you just so happen to be the little tramp who's fucking my Andrew."

I flinch at the venom in her words. At how easily she drops the f-bomb and possessively calls him 'my Andrew'. "He's not yours," I whisper. He's mine.

I don't have the guts to say it.

Her smile is catty. "That's where you're wrong. You're temporary. A novelty. He brought you home to shock us, to horrify us into believing he might actually want to be with someone like you, but I know the truth."

Glancing about the cavernous room, I search for an escape, but the only way I'm leaving is if I walk past her, and I don't want to. She knows it. The bitch has me trapped. "Shouldn't you be basting a turkey or something?"

Adele laughs but the sound is brittle. And there's no humor in it whatsoever. "Trying to distract me? It won't work." She crosses her arms in front of her chest. "This holiday, it's a very difficult time for my family, you know. The two year anniversary of my daughter's death is this Saturday."

Shock courses through me at her words. I'm literally stunned. I can't believe Drew never told me he had a sister and that she died. Maybe his problems stem from her death? But that makes no sense, not from what I've witnessed in his behavior.

"I'm so sorry," I say automatically and I mean it. The death of a family member is awful and I wouldn't wish it on anyone, even this rude witch of a woman. I was traumatized when I lost my grandparents. They were the one steady constant in my world when I was young, since I couldn't count on my mother, then or now.

"Vanessa would be five now. Going to kindergarten, drawing turkeys she traced around her hand on a piece of paper." Adele's voice grows distant, as does her gaze. The sadness emanating from her is palpable and I feel sorry for her despite how terribly she treated me only moments ago. "She was beautiful. Looked just like her father."

Drew's sister died when she was three - how? What happened? And right after Thanksgiving? No wonder he didn't want to come back here for the holiday. It's probably a painful memory he'd rather forget. And there's such an age difference between them. He would've been what, sixteen, seventeen when she was born? I wonder what took his dad and Adele so long to decide to finally have a child together? "I'm sure she was gorgeous. Your husband is a very handsome man." I don't know what else to say and it sounds so incredibly trite I immediately regret it. Especially when she shoots me such an odd look.

"My husband..." Adele's voice trails off and she shakes her head. "You're right. Andy is very handsome. As is Andrew."

She always calls him Andrew. And last night, when I called him Andrew, he didn't like it. At all. He flipped the hell out, actually.

Was that the trigger? Is she the trigger?

"The Thanksgiving meal will be served in thirty minutes," she says crisply, all signs of mourning and sadness gone. "Afterwards, I suggest you go back to the guesthouse and pack your bags. I'll have a taxi come pick you up and take you to the bus station later this evening."

My mouth drops open in shock. She can't be serious.

"Oh yes, I have plans, little Fable. Plans that don't include you since they involve a private family matter and you're nothing but an intruder. It's best that you leave. I already spoke to Andrew and he's in complete agreement with me." Without another word, she turns on her very thin, very high heel and walks out of the room, leaving me to slump