Scarlett Crawford, a widowed mother with a young daughter depending on her, struggling to keep her life and emotions in check, but with the help of her best friend and her big brother she does what she can. But will a chance encounter with an attrac...
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Nikki
Letty slept for hours. I checked on her a few times and she'd not even moved. Quinn and I had packed my stuff, had dinner and watched a movie before it was her bedtime again. I had also gotten her daycare bag ready for the next day and given Dean a call asking him if he could pick Quinn up after work. He'd agreed of course, only after I briefly filled him in on the previous evenings goings on.
"This is seriously fucked up dude, what do we do?" I asked my best friends big brother through the phone as I rubbed my free hand over my face.
"I don't know if there's anything we can do, other than support them. Quinn's resilient, she won't get what's happening anyway, but Letty needs some serious down time. This year has been hard enough without Eric coming in and fucking shit up even more. Do you seriously think he's trying to take their house?"
"I don't know if wants the house as much as he wants to hurt Letty. I mean, yeah, he could try and contest both his Mothers and Andy's Wills, but Letty isn't going to survive this. She'd put up a hell of a fight, but she can't take this on top of everything else that's happened. Especially after..." I trailed off. Should I tell Dean about Scarlett breaking things off with Noah for getting involved?
"'Especially after' what? Come on Nikki, what? Tell me." Dean pleaded through the phone.
I sighed loudly, running my hand through my hair nervously, "I don't know if I should be telling you, it's not really my place and I kind of think you'll get shitty."
It was Dean's turn to sigh, only his was of frustration, "I'm not sure I can get much shittier so you may as well tell me. I'll find out eventually anyway."
I was mildly relieved he wasn't physically here while we were having this conversation, although I knew exactly what he'd look like. He'd be pacing around his lounge or kitchen wearing trackies and t-shirt, the sleeve pulled taught over his bicep of the arm holding the phone, his hair tussled from raking his fingers through it irritably, his strong jaw hard set, brow deeply furrowed with heat flashing in those delicious steel-blue eyes. Maybe it would be better if he was here. I shook the image from my mind and got back to the issue at hand.
"Look, I've probably already overstepped anyway, Letty and I aren't really in a good place right now so I may as well tell you the rest since I'm already in the doghouse. She dumped Noah." I huffed out, "Eric cornered him at Little Prince and twisted him into agreeing to some dumb shit. I personally think it was just a stupid mistake and that he was only trying to help, but she's pissed. She kicked him out and won't talk to him." I let out a deep breath as if I'd just been running a marathon.
Dean was silent for a moment, then he spoke quietly in a forcefully controlled tone, "Does it involve Quinn?"
I bit my lip, "Maybe," I let out through my teeth. He wasn't silent now, I could hear him stomping around and swearing at the top of his lungs. "It wasn't Noah's fault though and..."
