Chapter 13: Rowen, Part 2

She quirks an eyebrow at me. "Is it something kinky?"

I smack her ass playfully and pick her up to drop her back on the couch. "Dirty girl. No. I wanna call my parents."

"What? You realize it's after midnight in Detroit, right?"

"You realize my mam would kill me if I didn't tell her right away, don't you?"

"Touché. But why call them when you can just FaceTime?"

"Good idea." I grab for my laptop on the end table and switch it on.

"I was being sarcastic."

"I know. But it was still a good idea." The computer whirs to life, and I begin pulling up the contact information. "Man, I wish I knew how to record FaceTime calls. I bet this is one I'm gonna want to watch again tomorrow."

I settle in next to Tiffany and she rests her head on my shoulder, as the call goes through. Within seconds, my mother's face pops up on the screen, concern etched all over her face. She's obviously in bed, reading glasses on, the glow of the bedside lamp illuminating the screen.