Page 100

"An hour with Fawn and you forget that that's not what you were calling me earlier?" she asked, her full lips in a small pout. "You know what? I'm good, Targen. Let's?—"
Smiling at her, I tugged on her arms until she dropped them. I wrapped her in a tight hug, and she sighed as she buried her face against me.
"So jealous,milaya moya," I teased.
"I am not," she muttered.
"Then, let me go buy Fawn her?—”
"I told you, don't play with me, Targen."
I chuckled again. "What you wanna do, baby?"
She was quiet for a minute.
"Will you take me home?"
"I'll do whatever you want."
“Including watching a chick flick and eating bad shit when we get there?” she asked coyly.
Smiling, I nodded at her. “Including that.”
I moved to break our embrace, but she held on to me.
"I don't understand all of this."
"Stop thinking,milaya. Just feel," I said, my arms sliding around her again.
I held her until she finally took a step back and looked up at me.
"You ready?" I asked.
She nodded. I grabbed her hand as I texted Real. We'd followed Scoop here in one truck, but I'd send Juvie and Markel back to pick him up.
"Targen?"
"Hmm?"
"You heard what he said to me?"
"Yes."
She dropped her gaze, her body suddenly tense again.
"And you... you don't wanna?—"
I squeezed her hand.
"You'll tell me when you ready. Text your sister, baby. Let's go.”
The sliverof light that bisected the small room as my crazy ass cousin/best friend peeked out the door was just enough to reveal how her usually calm face looked a little worried.
"Epiphany Miller! How long we gotta stay in here, girl?" I hissed.
"Chill, Ev! Just til my fiancé gets here. It won't be long," Pip tried to soothe me.
I side-eyed her before mushing the side of her head.