Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
“Really?”
“Okay, and the tea. A revenge story comes with all the tea, and I love reality TV. If I can have the real thing, sign me all the way up.”
"I don't think this story is as juicy as you think. It's on her brother, who she is always arguing with."
"He's not really my brother," Cosima says, shocking the hell out of me.
"Okay, there is tea here. Tea I didn't know about!" I'm going to murder my husband. How did he not tell me about this?
“Shit, why did I say that?” Cosima drops back down into her chair. I’ve read one too many romance novels for where my mind is now going with the two of them. Z is more controlling and overbearing with Cosima than either of her brothers.
“You got the hots for him,” Marks blurts out. “Okay, maybe I’ve read too many romance books.” Of course, Marks plucked those words right out of my head.
“What? I didn’t say that. He’s a jerk, and I think he’s inside my phone, and I want him out,” Cosima says extra defensively.
“All right; however, if your Z is indeed who I suspect, that may prove to be quite challenging. I will require the actual phone.”
“Really? You’ll look? Get him out of it?”
“I’ll take a peek, but I don’t know if I can get him out of it. Like I said, I’ll just have to see. Zero is pretty unstoppable.”
“Marks, you said you wouldn’t.” I’m leery about this entire plan. Warren already isn’t Marks’ biggest fan, and if he finds out she’s digging into Z, I know he will not be happy.
“I didn’t dig. He’s the one still sniffing around about me. Zero should clean up better after himself.”
“Right.” I roll my eyes.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me. I didn’t!”
“Wait, she can see us?” Cosima spins around, trying to find where she might be watching us.
“I’m not watching you; I just know Tova.”
"Oh, okay. So back to my phone. It can’t be mailed to you." Cosima and I say it at the same time.
"I came to your city when you ghosted me. I'll stick around for a bit."
“I didn’t ghost you.” Warren took my phone, and maybe she slipped my mind for a second, but things got crazy, and I had too much champagne.
“We’ll meet you,” Cosima cuts in. “You trust her, right?”
“I trust her.”
“Then, we meet her.” Cosima smirks, snapping her fingers. “The shopping trip. That’s a good cover.”
“I can’t lie to my husband.”
“We’ll still shop, obviously.”
“I hate shopping,” Marks mutters.
“You’re on the phone. No shopping for you. I clearly need to be in charge of this operation.” Cosima glances at me. “Or you roll out a window while we try to do it.” Both she and Marks burst into laughter.
“Shopping places don’t have windows that open and close,” I say dryly. I bite the inside of my cheek so I don't laugh with them. I'm not indulging in this, though I do love that the two of them are clicking.
“I still think you’d find a way.” Cosima shakes her head at me.
“She would,” Marks says through laughter.
“Are you two done?” I ask.
“Done? We’re just getting started.” The wicked smile on Cosima’s face makes me wonder how much we’re all about to bite off and chew. I know it’s definitely going to be more than we can handle.
“I don’t want to know any of the details of the phone handoff or the meetup. As far as I’m concerned, this is just a shopping trip. I’m not lying to Warren.” If they don’t tell me any of the ins and outs of their plan, then I’m not being untruthful to Warren. At least that’s what I’m telling myself.
“I see where you’re going with this. It’s probably best if Marks and I plan the shopping trip,” Cosima uses air quotes. “That way you have plausible deniability and all.” She smiles wide, so damn pleased with her little plan.
The last thing I think this shopping trip is going to be is little.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
WARREN
This is what I get for being nice. I should have killed the little shit that night. He’s been a pain in my ass for the past month. It's now time for his own father to take responsibility for his son's actions.
Bobby is now a disgraced officer. When I'd found out it was him playing games and pitching a fit over the fact he'd been banned from Bourbon Street and the punishment I'd doled out, I had the police chief fire his ass.
It was a light punishment. The punishment consisted of a couple of broken fingers and a face that had seen better days. I could have thrown him in the river, but I called his dad, who said he'd take care of it. That didn’t happen, so now it will be handled my way. Once and for all.