“Why? Isn’t that what the mask is for?”
“You’re not easy to miss. I can spot you from a mile away.”
“No, you can’t,” he retorts lightly. “I was standing by you before the race, and you didn’t even notice me.”
“Was my back turned?”
“Yes. However, you shouldalwaysknow when I’m around, Astor. I thought we had a sixth sense thing going on here.”
“Get the fuck away from my car,” I grumble, wrinkling my nose in annoyance. “I have things to do.”
“Want me to help—” I tighten my eyes. “Fine. I’ll go be a lap dog for someone else.”
“Don’t talk to anyone.”
“I know.”
“Anddon’tdrink. Aren’t you on medication?”
Levi’s eyes narrow slightly. “Yes, I’m on pain medication. No, I didn’t need you to remind me of what to do with or on it. I’m fine.”
“Just makin’ sure.” I pat his bicep lightly. “Don’t be a dumbass. Your safety is my top priority. Even though I’m glad you’re here, I can’tfocusif I know someone is going to suspect you traipsing around.”
“Unlike you, I know how to be on my best behavior. You needn’t worry about me, Astor.”
“That sounds boring for you.”
“Do you want me to be good or not?” I grin, then he mumbles, “You’re a pain in the ass.”
“Love you, too.”
He smirks at me again and begins to turn on his heel. “I’ll say goodbye before I leave.”
Wonderful.
I watch him saunter away before my phone buzzes in my jeans and I shift my focus from Levi’s distracting ass to my screen.
Cairo.
“Hey, Sinatra,” I greet evenly. “I thought you said you’d be here tonight.”
“He’s with me instead,” a female voice replies with venom in her tone. “C’mon, Bay, use those street smarts of yours and read the room.”
Vivian.
My jaw clenches without much thought when I round up with, “I’ll be reading it just fine when I find your ass.”Why are you on Cairo’s phone?“What the fuck do you want?”
“Since you gave away your shitty little crown, I thought I'd give you a gift of my own.”
“I don’t want your Hello Kitty pen set, Vivian.”
She tsks. “No, bitch, I’m becoming Queen of Wharf Bay tonight.”
My brows crash together, but no words or shitty response leaves my lips. She’s too fucking crazy to even respond to.
“It’s not as trashy and crowded as your coronation would’ve been,” Vivian continues through my silence. “But we’re sealing the deal tonight.”
“Oh yeah?” I reply, moving away from the Nova and prying ears. “Is this my invitation?”
