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He checked his wrist. The sight of the hunter greenMoments & Measureswatch warmed my heart.
Smiling with mostly teeth and still squinting with his head angled, Jas answered, “I’m in the middle of the workday, sweetheart.”
“Have you had lunch?”
His brows shot up, likely in realization. “Nah. I haven’t.”
“Rizzo’s Custom Homes & Developersisn’t in the practice of providing lunch breaks?”
“There’re no laws mandating it.” His breathtaking smile came alive.
I loved his cheekiness at play here.
Walking over to the passenger side, I opened the door to my car. “Good thing I know the owner. Even more dialogue to share over lunch.”
I wasn’t taking no for an answer.
“More dialogue?” He pulled out one of his phones out and began typing in it. “You better not have me in noDiFillippo’swith construction gear on, Witherspoon.”
“I would never!” I fake gasped, closing the door once he was inside.
Feeling accomplished but still anxious as hell as I traveled back over to the driver’s side, I found myself eyeing theAMG GT C Coupe.
Chapter 12
Part II cont’d
April | Present Day
As we rode, I typed into my phone, head bopped to the slow song streaming from the speakers.
“You remember this group?”
“Kut Klose?” I nodded. “This was my shit as a kid.”
The track, “I Like,” went hard.
“Try as a baby.”
“And you were a baby, baby.”
Witherspoon smiled, avoiding agreeing with me. I couldn’t believe how many text messages I’d missed today. The day had zipped by so fast, similar to the last two. I worked on Sunday and fell right into the work week yesterday, which meant I hadn’t seen Witherspoon in three days. That made it hard to say no, no matter how crazy the day had been going. She showed up in a denim dress, stopping just below the knees and outlining her hourglass shape with high yellow heels. How in the hell would I say no to that?
“Who’s theC Coupechick?”
Witherspoon’s eyes were on the road awaiting an answer.
“C Coupe?”
“At the site. The metallic grayAMG CT C Coupe?”
“Oh!The whip.” I went back to texting. “Dallas.”
Witherspoon glanced my way. “She drove Dallas’ car?”
I looked over to her confused. “Dallas is Ava. Her name is Ava Dallas.”
“Oh,” she chirped. “So, who is she?”
