“Thank you very much. I’m on every night at seven.”
I take a tentative bite. “This isn’t so bad. Actually, it tastes pretty good.”
“I hate to say I told you so, but…”
“No need to rub it in.”
“I made a doctor’s appointment, so I’ll be on birth control soon.”
“Cancel it.”
“Why?”
“I already made you an appointment.”
“I prefer to choose my own doctor.”
“She’s one of the best gynecologists in Florida and I’ll be footing the bill.”
“When is the appointment?”
“Thursday, at four o’clock.”
“Where?”
“It’s close to where you live. I’ll text you the address later.”
She brushes her thumb across my chin. “You have a little gravy here.”
I catch her digit in my mouth, circling my tongue around it. “Cin and gravy tastes better.”
She clears her throat. “Tell me about Mason.”
“He’s a good kid, eager to learn and smart as a whip. I’d do anything for him. But sometimes he’s a little depressed.”
“Why?” She bites into an egg roll.
“He wants a mother and father. That’s something I can never give him. It makes me feel helpless.”
She grasps my hand and squeezes reassuringly. “I completely understand how you feel. Sebastian asks about his dad all the time. I’ll explain everything to him when he’s older.”
She’s a black widow, coaxing me into her web only to devour me when I least expect it. I know it’s a trap, but my dumb ass will follow her—needing her, even though it’ll end in my demise. Goddammit, it wasn’t supposed to be like this.
“Sebastian and I can hang out with Mason this weekend. We’re going to have a great time.”
Fuck that, I’m not letting her lure me into a false sense of security again. I take her paper plate and place it on the floor beside my foot. She glances at me in confusion.
“What are you waiting for? Get on your knees and finish your dinner.”
“Are you serious?”
“As a heart attack. Get on the fucking floor.”
“I’m full.”
She screams in agony when I grab her index finger and apply pressure. “Do you want me to break it?”
“No!” she wails.
