Page 7 of Live for Me

CHAPTER FOUR

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Was she asking to go to New Jersey with me?

Had I blinked and nearly missed what she was suggesting? Or was I grasping at straws and just hoping that was her implication?

When I looked down at Memphis again, her bottom lip was being put through the punishment of a lifetime while she chewed on it.

“You want to go with me?”

She shrugged her shoulders and looked down at her feet. “We’re about to start working together. Wouldn’t hurt to make sure we knowhowto work together first.”

“And you learn best when you just do it yourself,” I added with a laugh.

“I just — I don’t know if I want to be there physically if you’re going to be killing people. I can’t imagine I’d do much more than be in the way during something like that.”

“It’s alright, angel. You stay good. I’m already damned. We’ll keep it that way.”

“That’s — unsettling.”

The extra half a step she added in between us after that made me smirk.

“I’m not going tomakeyou do anything, Memphis,” I chuckled. “Just happy you’re tagging along.”

No makeup in the world could hide the pink that tinted her cheeks for just a few seconds.

“You’re going to be stuck in the truck with me for twelve hours there and twelve hours back,” I said. “Start planning your conversation topics now because if you leave it to me, I’ll do everything in my power to keep your pretty face that color.”

That turned her whole face bright red.

“You’re mean,” she said quickly.

“I feel like giving you that warning was about as nice as I could ever be.”

“What do you mean she’s going with you?” Indy asked from the kitchen island behind me while I cooked dinner for the three of us.

“Exactly what I said.She’s going with me.”

“Now who’s being a sarcastic twattle?”

He could probably sense my eye roll even without being able to see it.

“I have literally never used the wordtwattlein my entire life, you dramatic little shit,” I said on a sigh. “What does that even mean?”

“Twat waffle but combined and condensed. Twattle.”

“You have way too much time on your hands,” I huffed. “But wouldn’t that betwaffle?”

“I didn’t come up with it,” he argued and laughed. “But let me just rephrase, huh? Why is she going with you? How did it come about that she might go with you? New Jersey is a long trip. Are we sharing rooms? Beds? At what point do you plan on fucking her, and will you please tell me every detail once it happens?”

“Indy.”

“What? You don’t let me leave here. I don’t get to do anything fun. Let me live vicariously.”

“I’m notkeepingyou here, Cinderella. You’re free to do whatever you like.”

“You gave me a radius of travel and an actual curfew,” he huffed at me. “We don’t call youDaddy Utahfor nothing.”

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