Page 91 of Volatile Obsessions

That quintessential Liza snicker erupted through the line. I could all but see her tsking through her teeth. “We’ll see about that.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Whatever you think it means, Vicsy Bear,” she quipped, sounding way too much like Harley Quinn.

I winced at the decade-old nickname. “Please don’t.”

“Tit for tat, love. You still call me Moxie, remember?”

Silence.

She was right.

Knowing how much she hated when I called her that—despite how true it was—I still did it anyway.

“Exactlyyy,” she drawled, throwing in a very Harley giggle before she went on to sing, “Vicsy Bear and Moxie sitting in a tree, upcoming King and bad ass Queen.”

“Queen, huh?” I couldn’t help but be intrigued. “You plan to stay in Miami when it’s all said and done?”

“Given a reason to stay, yes.”

“And what would you consider a reason?”

“Curious, are you? Well, I’ll let you ponder that over the next few weeks. Perhaps you’ll have it figured out before our next chat. In the mean time—Roman, keep an eye on him, and make sure you watch the little bitch, too.”

Click.

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