Page 69 of Signed, I'm Yours!
I turn to Jack and feel a sudden urge to break some shit. Who could ever take advantage of him? I mean, I know I am, but I’m cute and fair. Those women weren’t. And they need to pay.
“Dinner’s ready,” Zeke calls out from the dining table, and everyone gets up.
“Are you okay?” Annie asks.
“Huh? Yeah. Why?”
She scans the air around me and purses her lips.
“Your aura. It…changed.”
I frown.
“Changed. Changed how?”
“It’s gone redder.” She waves a hand in front of me and nods.
“What does that mean?”
She opens her mouth but closes it before she utters anything.
“Come on. Let’s go eat.” She links her arm to mine and drags me toward the dining table.
“Annie! What does it mean?”
“Don’t concern yourself with that.” She pats my hand. “It’s all good. I think.”
It’s good that my aura changed when I started thinking about exacting revenge? I’m not so sure I agree, but Annie refuses to explain, and besides, with everyone gathered around the table, I don’t want to probe any further and cause any sort of unwanted revelations.
“It all smells delicious.” Jack sniffs the air as he takes a seat.
Everyone agrees, and he turns to me as if waiting for my opinion. He smiles.
I look into his eyes that look more familiar than they have any right to look, and I become more determined than ever to make anyone who’s wronged him pay. Not just him. Everyone in this room.
Which is an odd feeling. I’ve never felt protective over anyone other than Omma and Min. I don’t know what to make of it. I don’t even know these people. I shouldn’t feel this way. Like, at all.
“Yes. Delicious. But I will confirm once I try it.” I pull the chair closer to the table and Zeke serves everyone individually.
There’s creamy mac and cheese, roasted honey-glazed vegetables, Cobb salad, and steaks for anyone who eats meat. And yes, it all looks like it’ll go down well.
And it sure does. Especially the steak and mac and cheese. And apparently, Zeke is a wine snob because he pairs everything with fabulous wine as if we’re in a Michelin-star restaurant, so I can’t complain. He even teaches us about the grapes and somehow I retain the information instead of it going into one ear and out the other.
Robin is all too excited for us to try their dessert when my phone rings.
I reach for it just as Robin puts a big slice of gooey chocolate cake in front of me and I literally salivate in a millisecond.
“Aren’t you gonna get that?” Jack asks.
“Huh?” I turn to him, spoon already buried in chocolate and shooting straight for my mouth. “It’s probably Kevin about the engagement party.”
The entire table gasps, and I shove my mouth full of cake before the interrogation starts.
“Engagement party? You meanyourengagement party?” Zeke asks.
“When is it?” Robin asks.
“And were you not going to invite us?” Lily chimes in.
