Page 114 of The True Garza
“Why do you like him?”
Lonny
“Will you be dropping meclose by, or should I call an Uber?”
I tighten the laces on my boots. I’ve been at True’s for three nights and two days now, but because I had two consecutive days off from work, this is the first time we’re up and getting ready together. Thankfully, we’re both on the same page that showing at Red Cage together like we’re a ‘thing’ is a bad idea. Not when there’s less than five days left for us.
True scoops up his keys and wallet from the side table. “I’ve got a meeting in the opposite direction, so I can’t drop you.”
Done lacing up my boots, I stand. “So Uber, then.”
I’m getting out my phone when he steps in front of me and drops me a kiss. He smells like fresh air and impending heartbreak. How am I missing him when he’sright here?
“Come with me.” He takes my hand and leads me from the living area to the kitchen, and from the kitchen through a side door. For all the time I’ve been here, I’ve never checked what’s behind this door.
It’s a garage. A large one. Housing two motorbikes, a Wrangler, a Ferrari, and a white Range Rover, same as the black one he currently drives.
“Keys are in there.” He points to a box mounted on the wall. “Take whichever. Gotta run.”
“Ah, okay.”
Grasping my chin, he pulls my attention to him, then he kisses me. Deeper this time. Longer. Then, “I love waking up with you.” Another quick kiss. “See you later.”
He glances at his watch and jogs out.
Heart two-stepping in my chest, I watch him go, then bring my attention back to the vehicles. My eyes narrow on the Ferrari. The one Jules told me about, the “gift” the famous actress bought him. It doesn’t even look like something he’d drive. Why does he keep it?
An urge to slash the tires bites at me.Jealousy is a disease.
Beating back the immature urge to harm an innocent car, I opt for the Wrangler and get going. Glaring at the Ferrari in the rear-view mirror the entire time.
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Jules:WTF??? Why am I hearing you’ve been at True’s for the last four days?
Me: You all don’t rest with the gossiping, do you?
Jules: Why is Dennis chirping soliloquies about you when you’re shacking up with True?
Me:We’re not shacking up. We’re breaking up.
Jules:It’s taking you four days to “break up”?
Me:No. Seven.
Jules:????
Me: Lol. Stop freaking out. I’m gonna make things official with Dennis after this.
Jules: You single people are so weird.
“I really fucking hate that phone of yours.”
My attention sweeps up from my screen and to the man next to me in the driver’s seat. He’s scowling at my phone as he switches off the engine.
“It’s Jules.”
“Even worse,” he mutters under his breath.
