Chapter 33

Adam

Ican't believe my luck. The last few minutes couldn't have played out any better, even if I had orchestrated them myself. My mother's surprise visit feels like a blessing in disguise. With her persuasive skills combined with mine, we might just convince Evie to stay.

Glancing at Evie's expression, I note her determination and perhaps, a hint of skepticism. I need to tread lightly.

"Adam, why is your mom here?" Evie asks, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

I run a hand through my hair, trying to appear composed. "Who knows with my mother, but my assumption is it's exactly what she said. They want to make sure you're real. Or that Ronna is real. I suspect Steph put her up to it. You did great, by the way."

"Thanks," Evie replies, then shakes her head. "That's probably because I didn't say much." Her tone softens. "As much as I'd like to keep my word, I have to go home and save my job. Tell your mother whatever you need, and I'll back you up, okay?"

She turns toward the door, her hand hovering over the knob.

"What if I sweeten the deal?" I blurt out.

Evie's hand freezes. She looks back at me, folding her arms in front of her with a sigh. Frustration is written all over her face.

I know I have one shot at this, and I'm not going to miss it.