Page 132 of Wishing for La Luna
Maeven turns around and pins me with her sharp, WTF gaze. “What did you do? Why is she so mad at you?”
I say nothing, but she rolls her eyes and grabs her phone.
“Hey, Luna, I have you on speaker. I just watched your segment on theJake on 5 Show. Is there something I should know?”
“No,” Luna says, her tone is calm and matter of fact. Meanwhile, the air feels like dragon fire on my skin.
“Why don’t you come to the concert in Central Park with us tonight?” Maeven asks.
“Thanks, but no thanks,” she says with laughter in her voice.
“Hot plans?”
“Yes, it’s my birthday weekend, and I’m going out of town. But even if I didn’t have plans, I would just stay home to watch time tick by.”
Esme’s hands fly to her mouth.
Maeven looks at me pointedly. “I think Rio wants to say something to you.”
I open my mouth, but Luna beats me to the punch.
“He can keep it. Love you, M.”
And she hangs up.
She fucking hangs up, leaving me there, seething, with three people staring at me.
* * *
Rio
“Why can’t I know where you are, Sel? Are you two hanging with a bunch of machos or what?” Tito’s eyes close after he says it, like a jackknifing 18-wheeler is coming straight at him.
We both know she’s going to blast him, but I need to know where Luna is.
“I know you’re fucking lying right now. What the hell is this, Tito? I don’t want you to know because…” She pauses for three ticking seconds. “Wait a minute, I know what this is. Tell Rio if he wants to know where Luna is, he can text her. Oh, wait, she blocked him. Has to be for a reason, right?”
“Sel—”
“No,” she interrupts Tito. “And because you want to be in all solidarity with your boy, let me put you where he is. You’re on a time-out now. Don’t fucking call me. I’ll call you when we get back.”
The line goes dead, and Tito gives me that look he gives people who try to come at me when I’m doing a show.
He wants to lay me out.
“I’m sorry,primo.”
“Are you fucking kidding me, Rio? She’s not talking to me now.” He puts his hand in his pocket and brings a box out. “I was planning on proposing to her when she got back.”
I’m stunned. “Fuck. Tito. I’m sorry.”
I feel like shit. My issues always bleed out onto him.
“I deserve this shit. She told me not to get involved, but it’s not right that she won’t tell me. I wouldn’t tell you if she made me swear.”
I grimace. “You would, though.”
He gives me a death stare, and then we both burst out laughing.
