Page 84 of Ringer's Freedom


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She blushes, taking a drink of her soda. “Thank you.”

When I’ve almost finished my soup, Brenna’s voice breaks me out of my spicy daydream about how Ringer took me in the shower this morning. “Can I ask you a personal question?”

“Of course.”

“What’s really going on with you and Ringer?”

“Wha-”

Brenna cuts me off. “I’ve seen you guys, you know. You don’t have to lie to me. I won’t tell anyone.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” I try my best to hide my smile, but she catches it, pointing her finger at me.

“Ha! I knew it!”

“Shh! Keep your voice down!”

I cringe at how many onlookers around the diner have snapped their gazes to our small table.

Brenna grins knowingly, shrugging her shoulders. I’m happy that her sour mood has disappeared, even at my own expense.

“Tell me everything!”

I don’t. I can’t. So I tell her enough to placate her.

“We’re seeing where things go,” I shrug.

“But not telling anyone?”

“Absolutely not,” I tell her, looking straight into her green eyes. “You can’t say anything, even to Flame. We don’t want anyone to know yet.”

“Hmm,” Brenna says with a smirk, leaning back in the booth to cross her arms over her chest. “Is it going in that direction?”

“In what direction?”

“The good one,” she says while wagging her brows. I roll my eyes at her.

“You could say that.”

“Wait!” Brenna sits up straight and points at my neck. “I gave you guys matching tattoos! What do they mean? I knew something fishy was going on that day!”

I shake my head quickly. “No, ma’am. That’s between him and me. And I guess you could say we’ve been back and forth since he came home.”

“What! That’s been forever now! How have you been hiding it all this time?”

“I don’t know,” I shrug. “Like I said, we’re kind of keeping it low-key for now.”

“Have you talked about when you’ll tell people? Is it getting serious?”

If only she really knewhowserious it already is. You can’t get much more serious than being married.

I internally cringe as I watch Ringer and Flame push through the door of the diner. As soon as Flame’s eyes land on his woman, he saunters in our direction.

“Hey, baby,” Flame greets Brenna, leaning forward and giving her a kiss as he slides into the booth next to her.

A small feeling similar to jealousy takes over. For just a moment, I curse all the secrecy surrounding Ringer and me. If we were out in the open, Ringer would be able to press a kiss to my lips in greeting just like Flame does Brenna.

Ringer drops into the space next to me, causing me to scoot over to give him room. His arm comes down to rest on the back of the booth behind me, and his fingers fiddle with my hair in the back of my ponytail.

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