In the stars

Not even ten minutes after we got home, Curtis came blazing into the house, having rushed over as soon as he heard the news.

“Angelica? Mother?” He let out a sigh of relief when he saw us sitting in the living room. “Are you both okay?”

I nodded and so did Crystal, though she didn’t look okay. She was pretty shaken up by the incident.

Maverick walked in after Curtis, hurrying as fast as he could—which was much slower than Curtis thanks to his age.

“Hey, Ricky.” I waved when he was close enough.

“She’s fine if she can still make fun of me and call me that god-awful nickname.” He grumbled.

I smiled. I was starting to understand Maverick. Although he still suspected I was a fraud and my marriage to Curtis was fake—which, to be fair, he was right about—he didn’t exactly hate me. His ability to joke at my expense proved that.

Curtis took my hand and checked me all over to make sure I was okay. Satisfied with my condition, he checked Crystal over and pulled her into his arms. “Do you want t