Christina went quiet again, longer this time. When she spoke, her voice was lower, almost cautious.
“I’m still breathing, Regina. He doesn’t run my checkbook.”
I didn’t answer. We both knew better.
Jaxen answered to no one for what he wanted, especially when it involved Scarlett.
She rambled on after that, but the words blurred. I finally cut her off, gently but firmly.
“Christina, I’ve got stuff to handle. Talk later.”
“You sound busy. Thought you were taking the year off after everything you went through.” A pause, then the curiosity sharpened.
“You're setting Scarlett up on dates already?”
“Yeah.” I rubbed at my temples, the faint throb of a headache starting behind my eyes.
“Trying to figure out how to pitch it to her without her bolting.”
“She and Jaxen have been split
