Page 26 of Honey Trapped

I want to tell him that isn't necessary. Then again if Eileen hears about it who knows what the crazy bitch will do next.

Ace leaves and I get a shower before Lennon wakes up. I’m about to scramble her some eggs and make toast when I hear a knock.

Part of me wants it to be Ace and the other half of me knows I need to slow down all these emotions that have me feeling some sort of way about him so fast.

I check the peephole. It’s Gianna.

“Hey. What are you doing here so early?”

“On my way to work. We didn’t get to talk when you picked up Lennon.”

“You want to come in? I’m about to make some toast and eggs if you want any.”

I move aside, opening the door further so she can enter.

Gianna follows me to the kitchen, talking along the way. “Thanks. I already ate, but I wanted to explain about my brother. I feel terrible that I tried to set you guys up and then he stood you up.”

“It’s not a big deal. Ace told me what happened.” I open the fridge and take out the eggs.

“Speaking of your neighbor. I heard from a little birdie that the two of you spent the night together.”

I know the pink hue spreading over my cheeks is bound to give me away. “Um.” I roll my lips inward and crack the first egg.

“I knew it. You go, girl. Not gonna lie. Stud and I sensed some sexual tension brewing between the two of you the other day. Do you like him?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.”

“Bullshit. Don’t try to deny it. I see it written all over you.”

“Yeah. I like him. He treats me nice.”

“Good. That ex of his is a whackadoo. She lied to him about being pregnant. More than once from what I hear and cheated on him. Took him to the cleaners in the divorce.”

“That’s terrible. Question.”

“Shoot.”

“Do you happen to know how old he is?”

“In his forties why?”

“Do you think he’s too old for me?”

“Age ain’t nothing but a number. You said it yourself. You like him. That’s all that matters.”

If only that were true.

Chapter Fourteen

Ace

I step through the back door of my place and find my sister sitting at my table helping herself to my coffee. “Seems I need to take back my keys,” I grumble.

“Where’ve you been?”

“It’s too early for this shit.”

“Sneaking in from the neighbor’s perhaps?”

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