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Words he doesn’t get to share with me because there’s a knock at my door.
Perfect fucking timing. We can’t even seem to have a moment alone to have a conversation without being interrupted. At this rate, I’m never going to find out what he meant.
“Ignore it. Please,” he begs as I push the covers away.
“I’ll be right back.”
Lennon is on the other side of the door, looking dashing in a three-piece suit.
“It’s a little hot to be all dressed up, don’t you think?” I ask, leaning against the door frame in the hope he doesn’t try to come inside. If Jace weren’t in my bed, practically naked, I wouldn’t be worried about it, but that’s not the case.
“I’m dying in this thing. I just wanted to let you know I’m taking off for the day. They’ve agreed to let me do a remote conference with my team, but I can’t do it here. I have to go into the city so we can be on a secure network. I’ll be back tonight.”
“Okay. Try not to work too hard,” I joke.
“I’m sorry about last night,” he replies, taking a step toward me and placing his hands on my hips. “I was hoping it would be a more romantic night, and then we were sidelined. Just know that the next chance we get to spend some time together, alone, will be more memorable. In a good way.”
Lennon quickly presses his lips to mine before turning and jogging toward the main house. He rounds the corner and is out of sight in seconds.
When I turn to close the door, I find Jace standing behind me, fully dressed, arms crossed over his chest.
“I need to get going. Can we please talk about this later? Without any interruptions?”
“Of course,” I say, sounding more excited than I actually am to have that talk with him. Walking over to him, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down to me, kissing him deeply.
Because he needs to know he’s the only one I want to kiss. That I choose to kiss him. That Lennon kissed me, not the other way around. Yes, I let it happen, but I barely had time to comprehend what was happening before it was over and he was gone.
“I’m falling in love with you, Presley,” Jace whispers against my lips as he tilts my head to the side and takes control of the kiss.
“So am I.”
That’s all I say as I melt against his body.
“Is that supposed to be salsa?”Milo asks, peering over my shoulder.
Sadly, it is.
“I asked them to get me salsa, and they bought pico instead. I know it’s basically the same thing, but I hate raw tomatoes. I don’t like onion either or jalapenos. Unless they’re part of the flavor but not in pieces. I’m picky.”
“So you crushed them?”
“No, I put everything in the blender with a little bit of water and hot sauce hoping it would smooth it out.”
It didn’t work. It tasted like watered down hot sauce. The tomatoes were still chunky. The jalapenos were the only color and they stood out.
“Did you ask if they had a food processor you could use?” he asks as he dips his finger in the watery concoction. I don’t miss the wrinkle in his brow as the flavor hits his pallet. I can’t blame him.
“No, and now I need to clean the blender really good or we’re going to have chunks of watery salsa in our margaritas,” I state firmly, turning off the burner and moving the pan. “Everything else is done if you want to put your tacos together.”
Turning my attention to the blender, I fill it with soapy water and get to work scrubbing. It’s not until I’m rinsing it for the second time that I notice Milo with his head in the fridge, rummaging around.
“What are you looking for?”
“Cheese.”
Shit! Cheese. How could I forget the cheese?
Closing my eyes, I let out a heavy sigh as I tell him I forgot the cheese. He doesn’t seem to be bothered by it, but I am. No salsa. No cheese. What kind of taco is that? It’s frickin’ meat in a shell with some lettuce and sour cream. It’s lacking flavor on multiple levels.
