Page 57 of Life

“You don’t sound fine. Gigi says Chase is not only having your place cleaned, but they’re also salvaging everything and moving you into a new apartment across the street.”

Great. Another move. Just when I was getting used to having my own place. I push the shorter layers of my hair to the side and off my forehead. “He didn’t need to do that.”

“Seeing as his wife lost it when she saw what happened to your pad…”

I sit up straight as a board. “How the hell did she see it?”

“Girl, you know Gigi does what she wants when she wants to do it.” She laughs. “Apparently, Chase was on the phone discussing something with Jack and Austin, and she slipped out of the house. Took her spare key and walked herself right over to your apartment.”

“Dios mio.If she saw how bad it was…” She is going to lose it. One thing none of us handles well is a threat to a sister.

“Yeah, let’s just say Gigi demanded you move right into their house, but Chase told her you would never agree to it. So they came to an understanding, which was to move you to a new apartment altogether and hire better security.”

A twinge of pain prods at my temples. I rub my thumb and forefinger into the new ache. “Mierda. Glad I wasn’t there to witness that showdown.”

Bree giggles. “Never mess with a preggo intent on protecting her family. We can be brutal. Remember, Ria, Gigi only has us, too.”

I don’t have to remember. My entire life is wrapped up in my three soul sisters. “I know.” My voice trails off, and I blow out a long breath.

“What else is going on?” Bree’s hint of encouragement is all I need to offload my current dilemma.

I glance at the doorway, making sure he’s not listening in. “I slept with Elijah last night.”

A dead silence greets my admission.

“Bree?Chica?”

“Uh, I’m here. Just…a little taken aback. Who’s Elijah?”

I frown. “Phil didn’t tell you?”

“No. He told me you were being protected by a bounty hunter.”

I suck in a huge breath and let it out again. “Yeah, that’s true. But he, uh, is more than that.”

“Okay. So, you relieved some sexual frustration. You’ve always been our resident nympho. I’m not surprised you had sex with a hot bounty hunter. Feel free to share all the sexy details. My libido is insane right now. Poor Phil can barely keep up. I want him day and night.”

I groan and flop back on the bed.

“Was it any good?”

“So good. Ugh, the best I’ve had.”

“No way? Hard to believe. You’ve had a lot of sex.” She doesn’t sound convinced.

“Are you calling me aputa?”

She laughs again, and the mere sound sends butterflies of joy to my heart. “Not exactly. I’d say…experienced?”

“And you aren’t?” I shoot back.

“Touché! But, we’re not talking about me. We’re talking about you and your freak-nasty self.”

“Freak-nasty!” I laugh, feeling so good I want to hold on to this moment forever.

“Ah, there’s that happiness I like to hear. Now can you get to the part about why you’re upset about sleeping with him? Is it Tommy?”

Tommy. It always comes back to Tommy.

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