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But that wasn’t something I was going to share with the kids.
With Fox.
“She’s smart,” I said when Fox did that head bent toward the screen, but eyes on mine thing again.
He sighed, shook his head.
“What?”
“If you’re trying to get in this bitch’s pants—”
One second, I was thinking of smexy books and the next, my temper snapped. I flashed out a hand, gripped his throat. “Don’t call her a bitch.”
Low, quiet…deadly words.
Fox just grinned. “I’m just saying you’re not going to want to compliment her brain and still have a chance to fuck her.”
This wasn’t going to work.
They didn’t know her.
They didn’tgether.
ButIdid.
Or at least, I was starting to. I’d begun to peel back the layers.
That thought had me letting Fox go—and not apologizing because, fuck him. I snatched my phone, typed out a text, not caring that he was looking over my shoulder the entire time.
Not caring that he repeated it to Ryan, and they exchanged a look.
That told me everything and nothing.
They didn’t get it.
But she would.
And that was enough.
(Even if they looked at me in pity as the hours went by and she didn’t reply).
My woman was stubborn.
She’d reply. But she’d do it on her own damned time.
Which was the only thing that kept me calm as the bus continued to move, kept me confident as we disembarked hours later back in River’s Bend, kept me certain as I said my goodbyes and headed for my car.
Billie Rose would come to me.
But it would be on her own terms.
Twenty-Six
Billie Rose
Washi tape for your thoughts. Six-ring versus disc system?
I’d gotten that text four hours before and I was still periodically picking up my phone and staring at the screen, reading the words.
