Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
“Of course not.” She shakes her head. “Your secret is safe with me.”
“You know my lips are sealed.” Jasmine nods. “Unless it’s for a dick. Then they’re pretty open.”
We both laugh at her.
“So how was it?” April asks, wiggling her dark eyebrows.
“Let’s just say I was extremely drunk, but it was very memorable.”
“Plan on making it a casual thing?” she digs.
“No.” I throw up both of my hands. “It was a one-time thing.”
“Sure, it was.” Jasmine nods her head once. “I bet you let him hit it again tonight.”
I snort, but the truth is I wouldn’t turn him down if he called. Good dick is hard to find these days.
A cell rings, and April pulls hers out of her purse. Looking at it, she sighs. “I need to take this. It’s my brother.”
Jasmine stands to let April out and sits back down when she walks out of the restaurant. Sitting back down, she lifts her empty cup of coffee, begging anyone to come by and refill it. “I need a truck full of this shit today.”
“That bad, huh?”
“I haven’t even been to bed yet.” She covers her mouth to yawn. “And I’m pretty sure I’m still drunk.”
“Well, at least it was worth it.”
She winks at me. “He always is.”
I don’t ask who she’s talking about because she keeps who she hooks up with pretty secretive. It’s none of my business. As long as she’s getting what she wants, that’s all that matters.
“Sorry, ladies.” April returns to her seat.
“Everything okay?” I ask.
“Yeah …” She doesn’t sound so sure. “Ethan is just acting weird.”
“How so?” I ask, curious about Ethan.
April and I haven’t gotten to spend much time together lately. She supplied the flowers for Titan and Emilee’s wedding, and when the happy couple did an article in the paper, they name-dropped Roses. April’s shop blew up. She’s been slammed with order after order ever since then.
Her brother was in trouble a while back, and Grave had to dig him out of it. I don’t know the extent of it, but it cost Grave quite a bit of money.
“He seemed to have been doing better, but we’re not as close as we once were. And we no longer live together since I moved in with Grave, so all I can do is guess.” She shrugs.
“Well, I’m sure if he was in trouble, he would come to you or Grave,” I say, and Jasmine looks away as if to check out of the conversation, not wanting to stick her nose into anything. Makes me wonder if she knows something.
“Yeah,” April agrees but doesn’t seem convinced.
I look up to see Titan enter the restaurant with his wife in hand, followed by one of the King’s best friends, Luca Bianchi, and his wife as well. Titan stands out just like the rest of the Kings with all of his ink. But Luca looks more business type. He wears the expensive three-piece suit, whereas Titan is dressed casually.
“Can’t find the place on your own?” Jasmine asks Emilee.
She ignores her and turns to kiss Titan before plopping down next to me. Emilee has her dark hair up in a bun and no makeup on her face. Her blue eyes meet mine. “Why are we here so early? What happened to our lunch dates? I wanted to sleep in.”
“April picked the time.” Jasmine calls her out.
“Hey!” April shoves her shoulder. “Some of us have jobs to do.”
“You have fun with that. I’m going to drink two more cups of coffee, then go home and sleep the day away,” Jasmine states.
Haven sits down next to Jasmine, making them scoot in more to give her room as her husband and Titan leave the restaurant.
I like her, but I haven’t spent any time with her husband. No reason to. We’ve been around each other here and there but never spoke to one another directly. Her husband, Luca, seems … different. He’s best friends with the Kings, but I can’t find the connection. He doesn’t work for Kingdom that I know of, and she doesn’t work at all. From what I know, the girls all grew up together.
“Where’s your babysitter?” April asks Haven.
“Nite? He had to go upstairs with the guys. I guess they’re having an important meeting.” She shrugs. “I don’t ever ask. Sometimes, it’s better off not knowing.”
“You know there is a law—spousal immunity—where the spouse can’t testify against their significant other,” Jasmine offers her. “So even if you did know where he buried the bodies, you don’t have to say.”
The girls laugh it off like it’s a joke, but a part of me knows they’re being serious, and that makes me even more interested in Cross. I know it’s wrong. That comment from Jasmine alone should make me delete his number from my phone and run, but it does the opposite. Ever heard of curiosity killed the cat? Well, call me a dead pussy.