Page 7 of Prickly Romance


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Sazuki starts the car before I’ve buckled up. I guess I know which one of our lives he values more.

Jerk.

“How do you know how to sign?” Sazuki growls at me.

I translate his question for Niko.

Her smile gets wider and she nods.

“My sister is deaf,” I say out loud. “She’s also a model.” Well, an aspiring model. But being in the local Macy’s catalogue totally counts in my books.

Sazuki makes a left turn. “Is that how you know Miss Beckford?”

“It’s Mrs. Mulliez now and—” I realize I haven’t translated his words for Niko and quickly rectify that. “Your dad asked me how I know my friend,” I sign.

Sazuki glares at me. “She can see what I am saying.”

“How?” My eyebrows pull tight. “She can’t read your lips if you’re driving and she’s in the backseat.”

I hear atap-tapand drag my attention back to Niko. One sneakered foot is pointing to a screen that’s embedded in the back of the chair. I hadn’t noticed it when I slid into the car. The screen shows the lower half of Sazuki’s face, starting at the bridge of his sharp nose, his small but full lips and ending at his chin.

“Whoa. Is that forwarding the feed in real time?”

“It is,” Sazuki says.

Pulling out my phone to snap a picture so I can show Yaya later, I ask, “Who came up with that idea?”

“My dad,” Niko signs.

It’s too late to look unimpressed.

“Hm,” I say, trying my best to reverse the ego-stroking.

Sazuki slows for a red light. His eyes meet mine in the rear-view mirror. One corner of his lips hitches up in a ghost smile and…

Dimples.

Two of them.

My heart flails.

Dimples that big and cute do not belong on a man who looks like he could slay as the star of a samurai action movie.

I quickly glance away.

Get ahold of yourself, Dejonae.

My attention snags on Niko’s comic book. I tug it from the middle of the chair. “What’s this?”

She snatches it from me and hides it against her shirt.

Sazuki’s half-grin fades, replaced with a parental look of censure. “Her favorite comic book.”

“Let me guess.” I tap my chin. “Echo?”

“What’s Echo?”

“Who’sEcho,” I correct Sazuki. “She’s a Marvel superhero.”

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