Page 37 of Flame
I laugh softly.Why can’t Foxx be this easygoing?
“Where’s Foxx?” he asks, his brows pulled together like his son’s do when he’s curious.
“Oh, he’s inside taking a call. I’m just waiting for my car.”
“Do you need a ride somewhere?” He jabs his thumb over his shoulder. “I can get Damaris, that’s my wife, and we can give you a ride somewhere. But be warned, she listens to nineties country music in the car and really feels herself when Lorrie Morgan comes on.”
“No,” I say, returning his smile. “But thank you. I’ve already called for someone to pick me up.”
He shrugs like it’s no big deal either way. “You’re Jason Brewer’s sister, aren’t you?”
“Yes. How did you know that?”
“I saw you with him at the auction earlier today. When you bid an astronomical amount for a date with my son.” He smirks. “Was that what was happening here—your date? Because I sure as hell hope I taught my son how to date a woman properly.”
My insides twist. “Oh, no. No date. And it was more of a charitable donation than anything. We—”
“What’s going on out here?” The porch shakes as Foxx steps out onto it.
Clearly, he’s talking to me. Obviously, I’m ignoring him.
Kixx glances at us, quickly assessing the situation. “Oh, I was just doing my chores and thought I’d—”
“Not you, Dad.”
“Oh.”
“Why don’t you come inside, Bianca?” Foxx asks, his words sharp.
I smile as brightly as I can. “That’s okay. My car should be pulling up soon, so I’ll just wait out here.”
Kixx holds his hands in front of him. “Kids, I think I’m going to go. It was very nice to meet you, Bianca.”
“You, too, Kixx. Enjoy your grandchickens.”
He chuckles. “I will. Be safe in your travels.”
“I will.”
Kixx slips into the shadows. As soon as he’s out of sight, my annoyance with his son slips right back over me.
“You don’t need to wait out here with me,” I say, turning to the road. “I can do this alone.”
His energy slams into me from behind. “What are you doing?”
“All right. I’ll rephrase. Leave me the fuck alone.”
“All right. I’ll rephrase.Get back inside the fucking house.”
Oh no, you don’t…
A set of headlights shine up the road.
“That’s my ride,” I say, glaring at him over my shoulder. “I can’t do this, and it has everything to do with you.”
He glares back at me, his facial features severe in the low light. His temple pulses as he works his jaw back and forth. “Who is in the car?”
“That’s really none of your business.”
