Page 32 of Fate

I blink a few times. This makes absolutely no sense atall.

“Uh, thanks, Maria. You helped alot.”

“Sweet, mi gatita.” I roll my eyes at her “little kitty” nickname. “Call me and let me know what happens tonight? Si?”

“Sure.”

“Besos,” shesays.

“Besos.”

I set my phone down on my lap. How the hell does hiding guns in a shed for the FBI relate in any way, shape, or form to Carson blowing me off, telling me he’d call me, and then running away to go help some woman he refused to tell me about?

Ugh. This is so frustrating. I don’t even know how to deal with this. With him. I want to call him. Yell at him and tell him he’s an ass for confusing me and making me second-guess everything that happened between us, past and present.

More than that, though, I want to call him, tell him I love him, and kiss him until it all goesaway.

Maria down. Time for opinion number two. I debate calling Gillian or Bree. I glance at the clock and realize Bree will be between classes.

Bree…you’reup!

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