Page 33 of Let Me Say It Again

“I’m going to try,” I suddenly confessed. I also didn’t want Maria to think she made a mistake taking a chance on me. Who knew I could actually give a shit what people thought of me?

“I know,” Maria replied with a smile, and I was glad she knew.

My phone vibrated in my pocket, so I pulled it out to see who it was.

Reddington:Congratulations.

Jade:You found another victim, and I no longer have to be your fake fiancée?

Reddington:You’re a lot of things, but a victim is not one of them.

Jade:Then what’s with the congratulations?

This man made me want to down a bottle of tequila.

Reddington:My mother will be cordially inviting you to play tennis with her at the club.

Jade:Oh, no thanks.

Reddington:Not an option.

Jade:It’s an invitation. I’ll decline, RSVP no.

Reddington:You’re going.

Jade:No, I’m not.

Reddington:You’re going.

Jade:Bite me.

Reddington:Where?

Jade:You’re disdainful.

Reddington:Play nice with her, okay?

Jade:You give men everywhere a bad name.

Jade:You’re what’s wrong with your gender.

Jade:You’re a nuisance.

Jade:You’re a giant pain in my ass.

He wasn’t even typing. That smug son of a bitch was ignoring me. He was letting me serial text him and not saying a word in response. The very definition of a thorn in my side, friends.

“What’s wrong?” Maria asked, nudging me with her elbow.

I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling. “Nothing. Well, everything. Red is what’s wrong.”

“Really?” Maria ran her teeth over her bottom lip, appreciatively. She was thinking about Red again. Someone call Dom.

I quirked a brow. “I’m going to tell on you.”

She rolled her eyes and brushed me off with a wave of her hand. “Stop it. I love Dom, and he knows that, but these eyes work and Red is yummy.”

“Never tasted him. Can neither confirm nor deny.”

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