A Mysterious Man novel Chapter 4

"Put Kennedy on the phone," I demanded of my mom, sighing in sweet relief when she was kind enough to do as I asked.

"Why are you and Mom coming?"

"She worries about her youngest daughter," was the sarcastic response. Kennedy was the queen of sarcasm - it made for interesting days.

"And she doesn't worry about the other two?"

"She worries more about you."

"Tell her I said thanks," I groaned out. Kennedy interrupted with a question.

"So, who were you talking to?"

"None of your business," I responded like a sullen toddler. Kennedy's delicate laughter bubbled through my phone and I scowled.

"Come on," she giggled. "Tell me. It isn't like I'm going to tell Mom."

"You aren't going to tell me what?" that was my mom, her voice loud enough to be heard over the phone. The smirk showing on Grayson's face was telling me that he could hear everything as well. Where was a dead cell battery when I needed one?

"Nothing, Mom," Kennedy told her. To me, she said: "Please tell me Jonah."

"Fine," I said. "I was just talking to the handyman that keeps the property up. I noticed that he hasn't been doing a very good job and told him so."

Grayson tried to make an offended face, but his amused smile ruined the effect. My family tended to do that to people.

"Jonah!" My mom shouted. "That is rude!"

"When are you going to arrive?" I could help but asking. It was better to know than be surprised when they did arrive.