Tom's mother. At my door. In my penthouse. Now? How the hell did she even get in? Shit.
"I'll be right there," I muttered, ending the call.
I gulped down the rest of my beer in one swallow and set the bottle on the coffee table. Time to handle this shitstorm.
"Sorry," I told Eleanor as I rose to my feet. "Have to run. Thanks for the beer."
"Thank you for helping me with the bags," she said softly, walking with me to the door.
We exchanged a small nod, then I stepped out to the hallway and started climbing the stairs two at a time. Halfway up, I slowed and saw her, Carrie, standing right there in front of my door.
Fuck. Hell. This woman.
