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“Um…what?” Jay/Trev asked.
“Javi!” I cried.
Javi turned back to me. “You steppin’ out on me?”
Oh my goodness!
He was ruining everything!
Weeks and weeks of setting this up, wasted.
I pushed back my chair and stood, ordering, “Go away.”
“No, I think I’ll go away,” Jay/Trev said, standing as well, doing it shifting to the other side of the table so he didn’t have to get close to Javi.
Dang it!
Now what do I do?
“No, wait,” I said to Jay/Trev, hoping to buy time to figure out how not to let this whole operation come to nothing because Javi, for some reason, was sticking his big (it wasn’t big, it was perfect), fat (it wasn’t that either) nose in it.
Jay/Trev shot me a look of disdain.
He was doing terrible things to unsuspecting women, and he looked at me like that?
Me!
“I’ll let Bryan know he dodged a bullet with you,” Jay/Trev said, and then he took off, pulling out his phone.
I whirled on Javi.
“Are you insane?” I snapped.
“I’m not, but thinking you are.”
“It took weeks to set tonight up,” I informed him.
“Wasted effort,” he grunted.
“No kidding?” My voice was rising.
“I don’t understand this shit,” he stated conversationally. “You women got an issue, you just tell the men, and we’ll sort it for you.”
Was he…
Was he for real?
While I expended grave effort not to scream my frustration at the top of my lungs, Javi kept speaking, and he did this while assuming Jay/Trev’s seat.
“Now, tell me what’s up, and me and the boys’ll get on it.”
At this juncture, it was important to share that Javi was one of the Hottie Squad.
That was, he was a member of the Nightingale Investigations and Security team.
And they were all the baddest of bad-A’s.
The Angels had a loose association with the boys of NI&S that hinged mostly on Raye living with Cap, and Jessie being loved up with Eric, both of them NI&S men.