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“Five books and you stay in the fucking passenger seat, woman,” he shot back. “I haven’t upped my car insurance or increased my life insurance policy yet.”
I laughed as I grabbed a handful of stuff to put back in boxes. I wasn’t ready to bring everything upstairs yet, but his message hadn’t gone unheard either. I just had to find a blend between new and old because I wasn’t twenty-eight with red hair. I had to find a way to bring the two versions of me together.
Chapter 42
Logan
“I’msorry…howmuch?”I demanded, leaning forward on my desk. I had to have heard the lady from the bank wrong.
“Six thousand, four hundred, and two dollars even,” she repeated, though her voice was quieter as if apprehensive of my response. “We thought it was an alarmingly high amount being charged to your account, but you do have your account marked as call first before cutting off the card.”
The account in question was mine and Eva’s spending account, but I just couldn’t imagine Eva spending that kind of money.Ever.Getting her to splurge on herself was always a feat.
“Can you tell me some of the stores?” I asked. She sat with me patiently as she listed off stores, and I looked them up. Home goods stores, boutiques that specialized in decorations, a lunch place, a hardware store, a gas station, a coffee place, and then a bookstore. “How much was charged at the bookstore?”
“Seventy-seven dollars and eighty-two cents,” she said.
“That’s like… what? Four books? Five books?” I estimated. It sounded like Eva bribed Elliot to go shopping with her by offering him books. I sat back in my chair and sighed. “Approve the charges. My wife and my best friend are shopping.”
Though for what besides books, I had no idea.But I was curious.I texted Elliot for answers.
Exactly what are you and my wife up to?
ELI: I’ve been sworn to silence.
ELI: She’ll cut out my tongue.
ELI: She might cut off my balls if I’m not careful.
Jesus Christ, Elliot. This man was on a whole different level of his own. It made me smile.
Dramatic little shit.
ELI: I am, but you love me.
I did, but in what way was the ever-pressing question. I shoved that thought aside, as I did every time that it popped into my head. It wasn’t something I wanted to entertain.
Is she at least enjoying herself?
ELI: Of course, she is. Who wouldn’t love spending all of Daddy’s money?
No.
ELI: No to spending your money?
No to calling me Daddy.
ELI: But it suitsyou, Daddy.
I hate you.
ELI: Hate me, love me, I’m fabulous.
I laughed.
You’re something alright.
Just take care of her, please.
