Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chase
Me:Girlie pops, you will never believe what happened to me!!!!! You’re gonna wanna sit down ...
Joyce:Oooo, spill the Lipton.
Mimi:It’s tea.
Joyce:I know that.
Gail:Jesus H. Joyce, Mimi means the saying is: Spill the tea not Spill the Lipton.
Birdie:@everyone we need to listen to Chase.
Joyce:You can’t @ everyone in a text. That’s for Facebook.
Gail:And it’s annoying there too.
Me:I almost died guys. We literally got attacked again. *inserts picture of himself*
Joyce:Good lord!
Gail:Holy fuckballs!
Birdie:Even almost dead you look so handsome Chasey.
Mimi:Who do we need to call? I know a guy from the deli ... I think he’s connected.
Me:No need ... my girl saved me. Emphasis on theMygirl. *inserts another photo of him and Evie*
Gail:I knew you’d do it! She’s a lucky girl.
Mimi:You’ve made an old woman cry. When’s the wedding?
Joyce:Jesus slow down Mimi ... let them breathe. We’re glad you’re both okay. We love you Chase.
Birdie:We should go to that psychic again ... she can predict their future.
Gail:The only thing she’s predicting is that she’s full of shit because she’s constipated.
Mimi:Doesn’t matter what she says. Look at those faces. I knowsoulmates when I see them.
“Soulmates, huh?” Evie smiles, her chin rested on my shoulder.
“Obviously.” I turn to face her, cradling her face. “I love you, Evil.”
She shrugs, exhaling softly, that wry look in her eyes. “Yeah ... I love you too, Chuckles.”
Goddamn. Now that’s a happily ever after ... at least right after I kiss the girl, it is.
Epilogue
Evie
“This is the opening of your restaurant, Chase. We can’t have sex in the bathroom.”
I laugh, trying to push him away because, like the inappropriate perv he is, he followed me in here.
