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“So, should we do this?”
“I think we should.”
Chapter 17
Jia
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“I’m so glad you answeredthe phone,” Sam gushed. She sniffled, sounding like she was crying. “I really thought I was never going to get to speak to you again.”
“I’m still very upset, Sam. This isn’t me saying I forgive you.” Deciding I couldn’t stay mad at her forever, I’d answered her call tonight, and no, this wasn’t me telling her I’d forgiven her.
I was still hurt and very cut up about losing my money. Money which Bernice told me I would most likely never see again. The Feds had tracked the money to a drug ring. The money was used for drugs, which meant everything on that front would be frozen.
If it had been property or other assets that could have been seized and sold on, maybe she could have done something, but drugs, illegal drugs, no. Bane had been sentenced to several years in prison too, so it wasn’t like the option of him working to pay me back was there.
It was literally a lost cause. I figured though that I could stay mad at Sam forever and have her continue the cycle of calling me literally every day and send me a million messages begging for forgiveness, or I could just talk to her.
It had been three months since we last spoke.
That was a really long time for people who used to live together and see each other every day.
It was her persistence that got me, I suppose, and maybe I felt like I was in a better place in my mind because of Hunter.
Weeks ago, when we’d decided to push the whole idea about the job aside, I didn’t know that it was going to be the best decision I’d ever made.
I looked out my kitchen window as the rain started to pour. He’d be here in a minute. We were going to make a Mexican feast. He said we needed some fancy French wine to go with it. I didn’t argue since that man had proven to me more than once that he knew his stuff when it came to food. So, French wine with a Mexican feast was happening.
“I’m just glad we’re talking. I have some news I wanted to tell you in person, but this works.”
“Are you pregnant?” That was the kind of news you shared in person, and that would be the next thing to happen to her.
“No, I’m not pregnant, and I’m not seeing anybody either. I got a job with an advertising company.”
She had an advertising and marketing degree and never used it. Sam was one of these women who thought life was better having a guy around to take care of you.
