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“Edward had just rescued Sophie from the evil Lord Ellington.”
“Ah, yes. Here we are.” He cleared his throat like he had earlier and began reading.
I drifted in and out of sleep while Press read. The main thing was the panic I’d felt dissipated, at least somewhat.
“You should get some sleep,” I said.
“I shall. What about you? Will you be able to?”
“I feel a lot better. Thank you, Press.” It was on the tip of my tongue to tell him how much I missed him, but like before, I couldn’t bring myself to say it. While he’d become one of my closest friends and was so good to me, the time had to come when I stopped relying on him as much as I did.
I’d never heard him, or anyone else, mention a woman in his life. Not that I would’ve gotten wind of it. I hated to think he felt as though he had to hide something like that from me. Or that the amount of time he spent with me might cause problems in his relationship. Maybe that was why he’d disappeared before I left this morning. Maybe someone he was involved with had arrived at his parents’ house. That didn’t make sense, though. Why would he be talking to me now if he had another woman with him?
“Press?”
“Yes, pet?”
While I hadn’t liked the term of endearment initially, it was growing on me. I knew he meant no disrespect by it. “Never mind.”
“Get some rest. If you cannot sleep, ring me back, and we’ll read some more.”
“Why are you so good to me?”
“You make it easy to be. Good night, Luisa.”
After ending our call, I got out of bed and went in search of Jada. I found her in the kitchen, talking to my mom and sister.
“How’s Press doing?” Seraphina asked.
“You know Press.”
She raised a brow.
“What I mean is he never worries about himself. Only others.”
“I’m not sure ‘others’ is plural, sis. He worries about you.”
I sat down at the table and took a sip when Jada handed me her glass of wine. “I was thinking about that earlier. I mean, what if he has a girlfriend?”
Seraphina laughed. “You can’t be serious.”
“Why not? Am I missing something here? Is Press gay?”
She shook her head. “Highly doubtful. There is one woman I know for certain he’s very taken with.”
I studied my sister. “If you mean me, it isn’t that way between us. He’s like an older brother to me.”
She cocked her head. “Luisa…”
“You’re wrong.” I saw a look pass between my sister and mother, and it pissed me off. “I’m going to bed.”
“I’ll be up in a minute,” said Jada when I handed the glass back to her.
When she came in, I faced the wall and feigned sleep. I didn’t feel like talking any more tonight.
Actually, I did—to Press.
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