“You’re the one that asked—no, practically, demanded that I come live with you and Dallas,” Alicia screamed back at Tori. “Yet you’ve been giving me hell since I walked through the door.” She tilted her head, peering at her niece. “Is there a name for what’s really wrong with you?” “Nothing’s wrong with me, dear aunt.” Tori’s lips lengthened into a sour smile. “I just know that you won’t be able to keep his interest for long. Enjoy it while you can.” Tori hurried from Alicia’s bedroom and was out the door and on her way to the hospital a few minutes later. Alicia stayed in bed, mulling over yet another argument that always seemed to end this way. And once again, Tori hit on Alicia’s sore spot. The older woman had wondered what would happen when things cooled off. Alicia picked up her cell and noticed there was one missed called from Dallas. He was just leaving practice, and he normally checked on her before he went on any errands. She was glad that she’d missed his call, and she had no intentions of calling him back.
