Pushing Limits (Fighting Love #1) - kali cross Page 0,92

eyes are bright as she wiggles her eyebrows up and down.

My phone pings, and I walk over to my bed to retrieve it:

I am flying down tomorrow. Sorry it’s such short notice.

This was the only time I could pry the jet out of your mom’s hands.

I should be there at ten am.

I realize we probably won’t catch your advisor, but let’s try anyway.

Can’t wait to see you!

“Change of plans. Aunt Patty is arriving tomorrow at ten a.m. She’s going to call me when she’s on her way.” I text her a quick reply and look up at Sally.

“Tell me what happened with your Aunt Patty.” She sets the last bowl in the cabinet and crosses the floor to sit on my bed. “If I’m going to meet her, I have to know what I have to gloss over and what I can talk about.”

“When I was a senior, Aunt Patty and I were tight.” I toss my phone on the bed and sit cross legged, facing Sally. “We were always kinda close but that last year of high school, I told her everything. I think she was the one who actually convinced my mom to let me come home.” I smile sadly remembering the first time I saw Angela. I lift my eyes and continue. “Anyway, when I got home, mom was starting her run for the deputy mayor slot so she put me in her campaign office on the south side. Angela worked on my mom’s campaign out of that office so we had the opportunity to hang out a lot. One thing led to another,” I nudge Sally with a broad grin, “and we hooked up…and eventually fell in love.”

“From everything you’ve said, she sounds pretty special, darlin’. You were lucky to find that kind of love,” she says, squeezing my hand with a smile tinged with sadness.

“Yeah, I was.” My eyes fall, and I thank God for like the thousandth time for having had someone like Angela in my life. “Well, I told Aunt Patty, and she spilled it to my mom. My mom freaked out and said there was no way I was coming ‘out’ during her campaign, and I certainly wasn’t coming out with a Latina girlfriend from the projects. My mom watched me like a hawk after that. I had to sneak out like some thirteen-year-old punk to see Angela. It sucked. If Patty had kept her mouth shut, my mother would have never known.”

“Has your aunt kept your confidences since you got here?” Her brown eyes lock with mine.

“Yeah, she’s been cool.” I smile. “No phone calls from my mother and no drama.”

“So, it sounds like it’s time to take her off the hook. Am I right?”

“Yeah, I guess so.” I say begrudgingly as I study my hands. “I’m doing it again, aren’t I?”

“What do you mean, Amber?” Her smirk is undeniable.

I sigh. “You’re right, ok?” I smile. “I should give her another chance.”

“I think we could have a hell of a lot more fun if we didn’t have to watch what we say around her, don’t you? Think about it. You should tell her about Tommy.”

“She knows I’m seeing someone, but I never told her who. Remember I told you she met Tommy when he drove us in, and she came on to him.” I shiver uncontrollably at the thought.

“Well, don’t you think it’s about time you admit that you fell in love with a mother-acceptable-heterosexual male?” She smiles, nudging my arm.

“I guess so, but why does that matter anyway?” My eyes narrow at her. “We’re over.”

“Talk to her. It sounds like she’s a blast, and she screwed up once. Once, Amber.” Sally smirks at me with a brow lifted. “Honey, you have to learn to let people in. Let her in on your life here.” With her hand on her chest, she says, “I, for one, do not like having to watch what I say so if you want me to meet her, I’m gonna let my freak flag fly. I don’t apologize for who I am and neither should you. Now where should we take her?” She bounces on the bed like a ten year-old girl, clapping her hands. “We have to take her to Hippy Hollow, Amber.”

“Are you fucking nuts?” I ask, in complete and utter shock. “I am not taking my aunt to a nudist park. E I don’t want to see her junk.” I laugh.

“It’s fun. It won’t be embarrassing, I promise. Not everyone is nude anyway,