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Nothing. What the fuck, dude?
My phone pings.
Mateo
Addie I assume? I had a feeling she went through my safe. Little shit.
But to answer you…for good reason.
You're different
This is different
"Who's blowing up your phone?" Addie asks from outside the dressing room.
"Your brother," I say honestly.
"Tell him you're off the clock and get your sexy ass out here so we can confirm I'm a genius."
I send another text.
No feelings
My phone rings, Mateo's name on my screen.
"Tell him to fuck off," Addie says.
I ignore it and text back instead.
Shopping with Addie.
A video comes through, and I mute my phone, unsure of what to expect.
Mateo stands in the Hayes' kitchen with a notebook in his hand. He holds it up.
In a messy scrawl it reads, "No promises."
The video ends, and I take a moment to steady my breathing and my heart. I don't respond. There's nothing to say. We had a deal.
One I'm trying to convince even myself I'm sticking to.
I slip on the jeans and exit the dressing room.
"Fuck yes," Addie says. "You need them, both of them."
I think she might enjoy spending my money more than I do, but I agree, the outfit is killer.
Back in the dressing room, my phone lights up again.
"What the fuck, dude?" I say out loud, but it's not Mateo's name flashing on the screen. It's a local number I don't know. It might be Coop, so I tap the green button.
"Hello?" I answer.
"Mrs. Bennett?" a woman says.
