“So the conversation didn’t go well? I swear to God Enzo, I don’t understand what happened to Axel either. I know he’s awful?—”
I frown. “He’s nice. That’s like one of his chief personality traits.”
“He used to give me the evil eye whenever I dropped by your room for our dates. Scary Axel.”
“What?”
“I’ve called him that before, Enzo.”
“I thought that was about skating. He’s intense on the ice.”
“He looks at me like he’s trying to incinerate me with his mind.” She giggles, which is weird.
“No way. Axel wouldn’t do that.”
“You know you’ve been calling me for three years complaining about him?”
“Yeah.” My cheeks burn. “He, uh, wants me to move in with him.”
She inhales sharply.
“Sofia?” I ask. “Are you still there?”
“I’m still here. It sounded like you said you’re going to move in with him?”
“He didn’t know about Luca. He wants to be in his life.”
“And?”
“I said yes.” My pulse jumps. I press my back against the hallway wall and try to remember how to breathe like a normal person.
“Well, it won’t be that bad,” Sofia says. “Now you hate him.”
“Living with someone you hate isn’t optimal.”
“You won’t be accidentally making goo-goo eyes at him.”
Shit.
“I-I wouldn’t do that.”
“See? Perfect! You’ve got this.”
Someone calls for her, and after a hasty goodbye, the line goes dead.
My phone buzzes. A text from the nanny service:Anna unavailable tomorrow. Sending Jessica instead.
I stare at the message. Another new face for Luca.
Moving in with Axel is the practical choice.
I almost believe it.
Axel
I call Evan.
“I don’t want to watch a fantasy TV show with you,” Evan says.
