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“I’m ready to move forward. With Penny. And not just because she eats and sleeps when she’s with me.”

He smiled. “Show her the real you, James. And be happy.”

I hoped it was that easy. Hell, sometimes the princess did choose the villain.Right?

Devoured - Chapter 13

Saturday

Penny needed time to think through things. And that was fine. I’d give her time. As much time as she needed. A few hours, days, weeks. It didn’t matter. Because we were meant to be. I’d waited this long for happiness. I could wait a little longer if that’s what she needed.

I felt eerily calm as I grabbed my phone and hit Rob’s name.

The phone rang a few times and then Rob answered. “What’s up?” he asked.

What did he mean, “What’s up?” He’d told me he’d be visiting but never told me when. I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. It didn’t matter. I was excited to see him whenever he got here. “I’m just checking in. Are you back in the states yet?”

“You sound weird. What’s wrong?”

I laughed. “Nothing.”

There was a long paused. “Are you dying or something?”

“What? No.”

“Well, good. But you still sound strange. You’re sure everything is good?”

I was pretty sure I was just…happy. And I felt bad that Rob couldn’t even recognize me with that emotion. I hoped Pennywould be back in my arms by the time Rob visited. I wanted him to know that I was good. That he didn’t have to worry about me so much anymore. “Yeah, everything is good. I’ll have a surprise for you when you get here.” He was going to love Penny.

“Oooh what kind of surprise?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“Can I get a hint?” he asked.

“No, that kind of defeats the purpose of a surprise.”

“Boo you whore.”

I laughed. “I know you mean that lovingly.”

“Unless you’re suddenly whoring around town with all the hot, single co-eds.”

I definitely wouldn’t word dating Penny that way. “No.”

“Boo…”

“Don’t call me a whore again.”

Rob laughed.

“So,” I said. “When are you coming?”

“I figured that’s why you were calling. Tell Ellen I’ll be there by next weekend at the latest.”

“And why am I telling Ellen?”

“Because I want her to make me all my favorites. Tell her exactly that. She’ll know what I mean.”