Page 40 of The Perfect Snipe

And I actually mean it because I’m not sure how much longer I can go before I lose my mind or end up suffering from a breakdown.

“We can get the whole team to go over. Maybe they can run there, be all sweaty. But we’d have to spray them with some kind of body spray before they go in.”

Sometimes I wonder what the fuck is wrong with her and me. Like, who stands here planning a sexy intervention? But it kind of lifts my spirits to be honest, takes away the seriousness and stress of the actual situation.

“So, you think you and Leo might hook up again? Or was it a onetime thing?”

I stab at my half eaten eggs, ones that are now cold. The fork scrapes against the plate, making me wince. “It was the second time. And I’d be lying if I say it won’t happen again.”

“Wait . . .secondtime?”

I roll my eyes. “We . . . I blew him the first time.”

Her mouth hangs agape, then closes as her eyes narrow. Here we go.

“And you didn’t tell me!”

“Uh, no. Because nothing was supposed to happen again.”

And it wasn’t.

I’m attracted to Leo, loved sucking his cock. But it also put me in a tricky situation because I’m living with him until my apartment is fixed. There’s also the added stress of what’s going on with my grandmother.

If things were different, would I like to explore things with Leo? Fuck him on a regular basis? Hell, yes.

I want him to tie me up, to paddle my ass. I want to know if he even does those things. Or would like too.

But right now, I’m not sure what to do.

Nora sighs, then drinks more of her coffee. “Honestly, I’m happy for you. You need a distraction, and one where the sex is actually good.” She puts her mug back down and looks at me. “Hate to be the storm cloud here, but it’s not just you and Leo. You’re living with him and his kids, so it’s more of a tricky situation. And trust me, kids notice everything.”

I groan, my head dropping down onto the table with a thunk. “I know. Wish I didn’t like him or his kids as much as I do.”

“Oh. This sounds serious, not just some sexy stress release.” She pulls out her phone, a grin spreading across her face. “Exactly the type of thing Rosa would want to know. Think I’ll text her right now.”

I launch myself across the table and smack her phone from her hands, knocking over a bottle of ketchup, causing several people to stop and stare at us. “Don’t you dare.”

“Too late.” She snatches her phone back. “I’m already typing. You can’t stop me.”

“I swear to God, Nora if you send that text, I’ll tell Abuela about that time you snuck Wyatt into the church bathroom to have sex.”

Nora’s mouth drops open, her eyes wide.

“Uh, huh. That’s what I thought.” I grab the phone back and keep it safely under my thigh.

Her expression softens, and she reaches across the table to squeeze my hand. “But seriously, how are you handling all this?”

I let out a long sigh, slumping back in my seat as my shoulders sag. “Honestly?”

“No, lie to me.”

I roll my eyes. “It’s a lot. Between the apartment fire, my grandmother and Leo, I think I might actually die from stress by the end of the week. And sometimes, I think I might actually kill my grandmother.”

“Need help hiding the body?” Nora asks without missing a beat.

“Nah. I was just planning to pin it on Wyatt. After all, it’s his fault I’m in this mess. Or at least the part that concerns Leo.” I smile, grateful for Nora's ability to make me laugh even in the darkest moments.

She reaches across the table and takes my hand in hers, giving it a squeeze. “Whatever you need, just say the word and I’m there. And I hope you know, he only made the suggestion to help out his friend. We both would’ve been happy to have you stay with us longer.”

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