Page 144 of Losing Faith

“We’re going on a date.”

Her face isdrippingin disgust and I try very hard not to be offended. She glances over at Sire, and when I turn to him, he shrugs.

“He told me. You can marry rich like I suggest and never work again.” He sounds so monotone, that I’m actually concerned.

“Is he okay?” I mumble.

Lisette rolls her eyes. “We were up all night. He doesn’t do well on zero hours of sleep.” She waves him off before turning back to me. “We’re not going on a date,” she states so casually before walking to her room and I follow close behind.

“Why not?”

She turns her head to the side as if I should know the answer to that. “JJ.”

I wait for her to add more, but that’s all she says.

“Lissy,” I say like she did, turning my head to the side.

She stifles a laugh as she walks over to her turtle tank and sets Piglet in.

“We’re dating,” she states. “I’m doing the trying thing. Belle thankfully hasn’t brought up marriage since Thanksgiving and it’s definitely too soon for that, but she’s cute, so I’m letting it slide.However, we don’t need to go on dates and do the whole romantic thing.”

I roll my eyes at her fear of affection. “Get dressed. You have twenty-seven minutes.” I sit on her bed.

“Where are we even going?” She holds up the white silk dress I got her.

“Charity event.”

She lowers the dress to look at me. “The one you have withRome?”

I nod. “This is a work event. Not adate.”

“So you’ll come.”

“No.” Her face scrunches in disgust again. “There’s going to be a bunch of rich people there.”

“I’m a rich person.”

“My point exactly. I don’t want to be around a bunch of yous.”

I stare at her blankly as she bites back a laugh. “You have twenty-four minutes.”

“It has not been three minutes.”

“I’ll buy a new watch since I’m so rich,” I deadpan. “Don’t make me tell you to get dressed again.”

“Don’t make me tell you to get dressed again,” she mocks.

“You’re such adad,” we both say it at the same time, me mocking her, and she breaks into a laugh.

“Go,” we both say again, her mocking me this time and I bite back my smile. “Seriously, Lisette,” our voices sync, hers deepening.

I rise from the bed, and she takes off running into her closet with a laugh.

Chapter Forty-Two

Jackson

IwalkbackintoLisette’sliving room as she gets dressed, and I find Sire doing her pile of dishes.

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