Because I prefer talking to you this way. It’s better than snapping at each other, and I don’t have to look at your face.
Is there something wrong with my face?
Yes. It’s too damn smug and distracting.
Oh.
I have to admit, I’m glad I don’t have to look at yours either.
Gee, thanks.
It means I can get honest answers out of you without constantly wanting to taste your lips.
Oh.
I expect an instant cheeky reply, but no message follows.No beep, no flash. No sound of the door downstairs unlocking so that he can come up and prove his words.
Fine. I didn’t want him to, anyway. Did I?
Yes. I want it a whole damn lot and that’s the problem. He humiliated me. I shouldn’t want him at all. Am I damaged? Am I my mother’s daughter, after all? Am I so starved for attention I’ll forgive his shit? No. But I also can’t hold a grudge when I don’t know his reasons for reacting the way he did. I’m hurt, but there’s a chance I don’t know the full story. I mean, he apologised profusely…I just didn’t give him the opportunity to explain.
My phone pings.
Sylvie is waiting downstairs in her car for you. She explained what happened. She wants to apologise.
I don’t see why.
I don’t need her apology.
Please, Jules. She was out of order, but she was protecting me in her own childish way. Can you let it go? This one time? For me?
Manipulative son of a…
Fine. One time.
If she even looks at me wrong, I’m done.
Where’s she taking me?
She wants it to be a surprise.
I have a team following you both. You’ll be perfectly safe. Plus, youget out of here for a while. No more smug face — at least for a little while.
A reprieve, huh? Sounds good. Still, if I end up in a ditch. Sylvie did it.
She’s nice really. I promise.
Get what you need and meet her at the car.
Bossy much?
Oh, and since when was fighting the synonym for flirting?
Looks like I’m buying you a new thesaurus.
TAKE YOUR PHONE.
Sure thing.
