“I need to speak to you,” I tell her through lips that are starting to tremble with all kinds of emotion.
Giving an audible sigh, Vanessa gets off Lucio’s lap. “Sorry, baby,” she tells him, making my skincrawl. “Guess we’ll have to continue this another time.”
She gives him a wink that has me rolling my eyes and follows me out of the house towards the pool.
When we’re out of earshot, Vanessa grabs my arm and spins me to a stop.
“Did you get it?” she asks excitedly.
“The cookbook or whatever,” Vanessa reminds me. “Did you get it?”
Vanessa looks at me in surprise. Then it quickly turns to annoyance.
“Then why the hell did you interrupt us back there?”
That’s a good f*****g question. One I don’t actually have an answer to.
At least, not one I’m willing to admit.
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