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Javi’s eyes started glowing malevolently.
Glowing malevolently!
Eek!
“They let me bring Jessie to my dinner,” I added.
“So, you not only gotta eat that shit, she drags you in to help plan it.”
I stretched out my lips but decided not to confirm.
“Tell her you’re busy and to let you know where to be when she figures it out,” he commanded.
“It’s really just easier to go along with it.”
“Easier on who?”
His question felt like a punch to the stomach, because it was one I should have asked myself years ago.
Because the answer was…it was easier on Mom.
Not me.
Every single time, it hurt me.
He pulled me out of this revelation by sliding his fingers along my jaw in order to cup it and said, “I’m still committed to the goal of staying true to our roll, so we’re gonna let this sit until tonight when we get into the heavy.”
Oh boy.
Here we go.
I decided to start with the easy part.
“I have the Oasis meeting tonight,” I reminded him.
“We’ll talk when we get back here after.”
All right, Javi wasn’t reading into the easy part.
“I think maybe we need to get over a small bump in our roll in order to discuss the amount of stuff in my suitcases and how I think they should be unpacked at my place,” I suggested.
He grinned.
I had to fight swooning again.
He then decreed, “We’ll talk about it later.”
“Javi.”
He slid his thumb over my bottom lip.
My hoo-ha tingled.
“Later, Lolita,” he whispered.
Okay.
Shoot.