Page 69 of Catching Feels

“You made fifteen hundred dollars bartending for?—”

I nod. “Eighteen hours.”

“That’s more than I made teaching school in a week. Hell, maybe two.”

“Not a bad gig.”

“Make sure you take taxes out of?—”

“Fawna’s taking them out of my paycheck.”

“You made that in tips?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s great. Good for you.”

“So, let me make payments for the vehicle.”

“We’ll talk about it later; I have to go grab CeCe.”

“Rome,” I call after him, “thank you.”

From the next room, I hear, “Happy dance starting in five … four … three … two … one!” AJ slides into the kitchen and grabs my hands, jostling them around. “You’ve got a new car. You’ve got a new car. You’ve got a?—”

Laughing, I join in, “New car!”

Bennett walks out and crosses his arms. “You taking it on your date today?”

I scoff. “How do you know?”

He lifts a shoulder. “Walls are thin at CeCe’s house. When the sex has been had, the talking begins. Sometimes, the conversations are too riveting and I can’t fall asleep.”

“Whose ass are we kicking?” AJ asks.

“Rome’s allowing it, so no one’s,” Bennett answers.

“Allowing it?” I arch a brow. “I’m a?—”

“Grown-ass woman with a job,” he and AJ say together.

“I’m older than you”—I point at Bennett then turn to AJ—“and only a year younger than you.” I turn and look at Nour. “You wanna add your two cents?”

“Sure. He has the smallest dick on the team.”

“True,” the other two agree.

I cross my arms and ask, “Whose is the biggest?”

All three of them answer, “Me.”

Knowing that would be their answer, I shake my head as I head to the door. “Have a good day, boys.”

“Where are you going?” AJ asks.

“To do grown-ass woman shit.”

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