Page 129 of Sin & Sapphire

I hated this. I wanted to go back to hating her.

As she shyly slipped one of the bags out of my hand, helping me carry them without a word, it struck me like a fucking clichéd bolt of lightning. I wanted her towantto stay.Fuck!

I pulled out my phone and started a group chat.

Moi

Dinner at 8. Our place.

Luca Russo

???

Moi

Ana’s cooking.

Luca Russo

Ana doesn’t cook.

Moi

You’re going to come for dinner, and you’re going to be fucking appreciative of the meal.

Angelo

If you insult her, I’ll slit your throat.

Luca Russo

We agree on that, at least.

Angelo

I’m airing out the apartment now after the fire.

Luca Russo

Fire?!?!?

What happened?!?!?

Is Ana okay?!?!?

Neither Angelo nor I replied.

A moment later, my phone rang. My eyes cut to the woman sitting in the front seat of my car. She’d want him to know she was fine, and that was the only reason I picked up the phone.

“Is she okay? What the fuck happened?” Luca snarled.

“She’s fine. I’ll explain tonight. Or she will. But she’s fine.”

“Eight,” Luca confirmed. “I’ll bring?—”

“Dessert,” I interrupted.

“Dessert,” he confirmed, a smile in his voice.

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