Five
Phoenix
I eat a taco while bingeing New Girl on Netflix. Hey, I deserve it after watching Rome’s kids for the past five days. He and Harley returned last night with wide grins and matching wedding bands. I’m happy that they finally found time to sneak away and tie the knot, but I was ready to be done with babysitting duty.
My phone rings and Denver’s name lights up the screen.
It was only a matter of time, but I’m not in the mood for his lecture, so I let it go to voicemail. Five minutes later, he calls again, but I still don’t answer. Ten minutes later, it’s the same thing. After twenty minutes, the front door opens, and I cringe.
Should’ve answered the phone.
“Phoenix!” Denver yells.
“Can we please talk about this rationally?” Cleo is right behind him.
I press Pause on my sh
