Page 85 of Of Heartbreak and Harmony
His eyes were closed. He was smiling into her hair.
And she was in nothing but a T-shirt. His? Probably.
What pisses me off the most, though, is that I’m jealous. I’m jealous, and I have no right to be.
I mentally scold myself. Torren King and Sav Loveless are a foregone conclusion. Even I know that. Sure, she might be in a relationship with someone else, but history is notorious for predicting the future. Torren and Sav will always end up back together. It just is what it is.
And anyway. I don’t fucking care.
I have no idea where we’re going, but I’m too stubborn to ask. I keep my mouth shut and my gaze fixed out the window until my phone rings in my handbag. I pull it out and find a video chat request from Glory Bell. I push accept, and then I’m face to face with my sister. She’s in the bathroom of our small apartment applying makeup, and she’s dressed in her uniform, getting ready for work.
“Hey, Glor.”
“Hey! I missed your call last night.”
I smile and turn my body away from Torren. “Yeah. I just wanted to check in. See how you and Mom are.”
“We’re good, Cal. I’m working. Mom’s back in PT. Oh, but Mom told me about the money. That’s some?—”
“Glory,” I cut her off, flicking my eyes to Torren and back to thephone. I don’t know what she was going to say about the money Torren gave me, but I could tell from her tone that it’s not good, so I change the subject. “How’s your dumb dog?”
Glory smiles as she runs a blush brush over her cheeks. “Torren King is almost completely potty-trained.”
She looks so proud, and while I manage to stifle my laugh, Torren (the human, not the dog) doesn’t even try. At the sound of his deep chuckle, Glory’s eyes go wide, and then they narrow.
“Are you with him?”
I nod. “Yeah. We’re, um, we’re going on a date.”
Torren leans into my space then, and I see his face join mine on the phone screen. His charming expression is the opposite of my dreadful one.
“Hey, Glory Bell,” Torren says with a grin. “I’m glad to hear the good news about your dog.”
Glory’s eyes stay narrowed for a moment before she finally speaks. And when she does, my jaw drops.
“What the heck kind of fifty shades crap are you pulling with my sister?”
“Glory.” I gasp, but she doesn’t even look at me. She stays staring at Torren.
“Giving her a check like that just so she can come on tour with you? That’s sus as hell. I don’t care if you are a famous rock star. If she ends up trapped in some red room of sex torture, then you?—”
“Glory Bell! Stop.”
Glory closes her mouth and turns her accusatory glare on me.
“What the fuck? And I said you couldn’t watch that movie.”
My sister rolls her eyes. “Please. I read the books.” Then she moves her attention back to Torren. “I don’t trust you, Torren King.”
I glance at Torren and find him fighting a smile. He nods slowly, and when he speaks, his words sound sincere.
“This situation is unconventional, and I understand why you don’t trust me. But I swear your sister is safe. No red rooms. I promise.”
Glory arches a brow, and even though she’s a fifteen-year-old with mascara on only one eye, she still looks intimidating.
“You better not hurt her, or you’ll regret it,” she threatens. “I know people. Remember that.AndI’ll rename the dog.”
Then she hangs up.
