Page 21 of Triple Pucked
“In two weeks,” his expression is threaded with steel, “I will make sure that you have the best Valentine’s Day of your life. And I rather go infor consumerist bullshit.”
I believe him.
I smile, suddenly feeling light again.
“I can’t wait.” I reach for the top card. “How can you just leave these here? Aren’t you excited to open them?”
“I’m already committed to my lovers,” D’Angelo replies, dryly. “You may have met them.”
I snatch the largest card, which is the size of one of the cushions in the nook. “It’s nice though to be sent them.”
“I wasn’t going to open them.”
“I’m pretending that they’re mine.” Enthusiastically, I rip off the scarlet envelope in a flurry of paper like I’ve turned rabid.
I can’t help it.
It’s good to have an outpouring of love directed at the team, rather than hate, for once.
The card is a giant red queen of hearts playing card. It’s one of those luxury, customized cards, which is made out of deluxe satin material.
It would probably take me a couple of weeks to pay for it.
I hug it to my chest with an exaggerated sigh. “Somebody loves me.”
D’Angelo chuckles, crossing his arms.
I open the card with difficulty since it is as large as I am.
I read out loud the poem, which is written in looping, confident handwriting in the center of the card, although I lose steam on each horrifying word:
My Knave,
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I love you to death,
And I’m coming for you.
CHAPTER FOUR
Freedom Mansion
Eden
“Tea.”I place theI NEED TEA RIGHT MEOWcat mug on the nightstand.
Robyn pauses just for a moment in her frantic scramble through her suitcase, before shaking her head.
“I don’t have time.” She runs her hand through her tangled hair. “I can’t be late for this meeting. Why didn’t anyone wake me? Shit, why didn’t I set an alarm? I blame Shay’s misguided challenge that we should try to christen every single room in one night. It was a valiant effort, even if we failed.”
I don’t reply.
Partly, because my mind has short-circuited on her rejecting tea — ridiculous.
Mainly because the words burn my throat.
