—Romeo’s secret thoughts
Romeo
“I think we should get married.”
“Do you know how many offers I get for marriage in a week? You’d have to bring me something really special to the table.” She laughed.
Before I could reply with “I could give you endless orgasms,” her phone rang.
“Hey, Cody. What’s up?”
I was in a food coma, and I could barely open my eyes.
I’d had enough bread to last me a lifetime.
But damn, were those cinnamon rolls the best thing I’d ever tasted.
Then, just a few minutes ago, Mable had finished baking fried chicken, mashed potatoes and rolls.
I’d collapsed backward onto the couch once I’d cleaned the dishes, and now I was too full to move.
I could listen really well, though, and what I heard had my eyes popping open.
“I’ve got good news and bad news,” I heard Cody say.
“What’s wrong now?” Mable sighed.
“The good news is, I caught her doing it. The bad news is, your car is a fucking mess.”
“Just tell me what happened.”
“I caught someone stealing your vehicle,” she said. “We were clearing a path toward the hospital when I caught sight of your car. Then, I thought it was you driving it, and I would help you out and clear the road ahead of you. But when I got up to the door, I found Birdee in the front seat.”
Mable pinched the bridge of her nose. “What did she do to it?”
“She ran. I followed. And maybe I shouldn’t have. But I did, and then she lost control on a turn and your car tumbled down the mountain.”
Anger seethed inside me at Cody’s words.
“Is Birdee okay?” Mable gasped.
That was why Mable would never be for me.
We were two very different people with vastly different consciences.
I would’ve asked about my truck. Mable asked about the sister that she hated.
I would’ve been happy to see my car go up in flames as long as Birdee was locked inside.
“Birdee’s in the hospital with a broken leg and arm. She has a concussion and a few bumps and bruises. Your truck, however, is a total loss.”
Mable groaned.
But a thought occurred to me.
I pulled out my phone and texted Apollo.
Me:
