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123 pages, Kindle Edition
Published November 30, 2023
“I laugh loudly as she thumps the receiver against the desk. Talking to her is, hands down, the best fucking part of my day. I just wish like hell she'd stop running so I could do it more often.”
“My smile turns into a full-blown grin. "You're scared of your mom."
"Hell yeah, I'm afraid of Ma. She's five-foot-nothing and meaner than a junkyard dog."
"No, she is not."
He cracks a smile. "Nah, she's sweet as pie. But she'd fuck me up in a heartbeat. She raised three boys. She doesn't know the definition of backing down."
"She sounds awesome."
"She thinks you sound awesome."
I fumble my pen, leaving a line of red ink across Camila's release. "You told your mom about me?"
"Mmhmm."
Oh, my word. This man really is going to be the death of me.
"Zayne! You can't go telling your mom about me like we're dating. We aren't dating."
"Trust me, I'm aware," he growls, pouting like a little boy who didn't get his way. "Ma is ready to kick my ass because you've shot me down seventy-three times in a row."
"Seventy-three… Have you been counting?"
He jerks his chin in a nod. "Gideon thinks you'll make it a square one hundred. Zion has his money on one fifty."
"Wait. You guys are betting on how many times I'll turn you down?"
“Me? Fuck no. But they think it's hilarious that you're hellbent on givin' me a complex. I don't suppose you want to do me a favor and say yes so they shut the fuck up already?”
“Keep fucking with me about other men, and I'll tie you to the bed and turn your curvy ass red," he growls. "Right before I wipe the memory of every name you could even think to suggest from every inch of your mind. You're mine, and I don't share.”
“Gran, I'm straight."
"Are you sure? You've never even been on a date with a man, let alone gotten busy with one."
"Are you suggesting she should sleep with a man to find out if she likes it?" Bets asks.
“I'm just making an observation, but if she wants to take one for a test drive before committing to a purchase, well, I suppose that's her prerogative, isn't it?"
"Yes, I'm sure!" I cry, hiding my face in my hands. Maybe I should take up drinking. I don't even like the taste of alcohol, but surely, it's no worse than listening to Gran and Bes talk about my lack of a sex life. "I met someone.”