Page 29 of Imperial: The Corvidae Family
Rachelle narrowed her eyes. “Around how?”
“We met. He’s persistent. End of story.”
“So you’re just skipping all the details?”
“Pretty much.”
She shook her head. “Fine, you’ll tell me when you’re ready or I’ll track him down and interrogate him myself.”
“I’m sure you will with your nosy ass.” My girl and I both had FBI type investigative skills when necessary. Rachelle sat back, stirring what was left of her drink, her eyes scanning my face like she was piecing things together.
“You don’t usually like persistent guys though, Bay.”
I didn’t. Persistent typically meant controlling and I didn’t do controlling.
“Yeah I know and I didn’t say I liked him?”
But I did. I liked this man a little too much…
“What’s his deal then? I at least need bare minimum so I know you’re good.”
I’m not good. He has my brain scrambled and me doing dumb shit, like telling him about my day in the middle of the night while he drives home and letting him feed me.
“He’s different,” I admitted. “Kind of reserved about who he is but it’s not a big deal.”
Rachelle raised a brow. “Reserved how?”
“We talk, but he doesn’t really say much about who he is and it’s weird because it’s not like he’s being ambiguous or anything. He’s just selective, private. Like he only lets you see what he wants.”
“And you’re okay with that? Because that screams red flag, boo.”
I sighed. “I don’t know how I feel about it or if I can even trust who he says he is, which is why I’m keeping my distance for now. I promise, it’s really not anything.”
Rachelle gave me that look that meant she was three seconds from telling me to run in the opposite direction.
“Baylyn…”
I waved a hand dismissively. “It’s not a big deal. I’m not even dealing with him like that.”
She didn’t look convinced. “You sure?”
I paused, but only for a second. “Positive.”
She sat back, finishing her drink. “Just don’t overthink it. You overthink everything, Bay. If you like him, let it happen but don’t settle for the secretive shit. And if you’re not feeling his vibe, leave him alone. Don’t overlook him keeping things from you.”
I didn’t respond because that was the problem. I liked him and I was letting it happen which was pretty insane considering…
Rachelle stared at me like she wanted to press but decided to let it go. Instead, she shifted and smiled.
“Well, if we’re talking about men, let’s talk about mine.”
“Yours?”
She grinned, tucking a braid behind her ear. “Not mine yet. But maybe. We’ll see.”
“Who?”
“Met him last week. He’s an accountant.”
