#Chapter 187 – A Few Short Words

“What?” I ask again, baffled. But my head snaps back to Fiona as I hear her answer the phone. “A caller from the prison? Sure, I’ll accept.” And then she gives me one of her trademark winks and holds out the phone to me. “It’s for you.” “W…what?” I say again, obviously at a loss for words as I stare first at my cousin, and then my husband, and then at my friend. “Honestly, this is what I thought you were coming here for today, Fay,” Fiona says with a laugh, holding the phone out to me. “I didn’t know you were going to make me an offer I can’t refuse on top of that.” “It’s all right, Fay,” Jerome says, reaching out to take my hand and squeeze it. “As far as anyone in the prison knows, he’s calling a bar where his ex works. No one knows it’s you.” And I stare at the phone, realizing that Jerome’s right. That…if I’m careful with what I say, and Kent isn’t a complete idiot…there’s no reason for anyone to think that it’s me on the other end of this phone call. “Time’s a-wasting, baby,