Page 30 of Bit's Bliss
“Yes,” I responded, looking up at the woman who held an envelope. “Is that for me?”
“Mr. Deavers asked me to remind you that he needs a response from you before the end of the day,” she said when she handed it to me.
My brow furrowed and I chuckled.
“Did I say something funny?” she asked.
“I’m not likely to forget that you’re threatening to take away my home.”
“Well, not me personally.”
“What’s your name?” I asked.
She raised her chin. “Priscilla.”
There was no telling what I might have said to her had Trevino not walked in before I could respond.
“Ready?” I stood and asked.
“Hi, err…Trev,” the woman said in a way that sounded far too familiar.
“Priscilla,” he responded.
I looked between the two of them.
“I didn’t know you were in town. It’s really good to see you.” When she dropped her gaze to the floor and her cheeks flushed, I spun on my heel and stalked out.
“Hey! Eberly!”Trevino shouted a few seconds later, but I kept walking.
I clutched the envelope she’d given me to my chest and shook my head. “Do not cry. Do not fucking cry,” I repeated under my breath. “And do not run.”
“Eberly!” I heard him call out again, but this time, he sounded as though he was getting closer, not that I’d turn around and look. Seconds later, his arm snaked around my waist. “Stop, dammit.”
“Don’t!” I snapped, trying to pry his hand loose.
“We aren’t doing this here or now,” he said, turning me in his arms.
“I don’t want to do it at all.”
“She isn’t anything to me.”
“But she used to be, and don’t even think about lying to me.”
He shook his head. “Stop this, Eberly.”
“You know what? The last eight days have been the worst of my life since my mom died. I have a lot of shit to deal with, and as that condescending twit reminded me, I have a few hours left to make sure I don’t lose my home.”
“You said you wanted to talk to me about options.”
“I changed my mind.”
He leaned closer. “Why?”
“Hi, err…Trev.She was about to call you sir, wasn’t she?”
He gripped my neck with one hand and tightened his other arm around my waist, bringing my body up against his. “We aren’t having this conversation.”
“You’re right. I don’t have time to lose my mind right now, so if you’ll please let me go, I’d appreciate it.”
