I am?
Me
Yes. And we’re taking your car because it’s a couple of miles away.
Alexander
So we’re sure no one from Kelex is watching from a corner? You’ve mastered the art of sneaking around with your boss.
I smile broadly at that, amused by the way he thinks.
Me
It’s not because of that. I’m taking you to a Mexican food truck. It’s about time I introduced you to my people’s cuisine.
Alexander
We’re driving to a food truck?
Me
Yeah, why?
Alexander
You do see the irony of driving to a restaurant that was purposefully built on wheels so it could come to people, right?
This time, I giggle at his reasoning. To be honest, he isn’t entirely wrong.
Me
This one’s worth the drive. They were in a magazine a couple of months ago. Most authentic Mexican food you can get this far north of the border.
Alexander
Alright, I’m sold. However, I have to say I’m much more into Mexican American. Heavenly flavors, if I recall correctly.
My cheeks heat at his very obvious flirting, and my hand flies up to cover my shocked smile. Again, this isn’t slow, but I couldn’t care less right now.
I’m still recuperating from his text when my phone buzzes. Instead of another message from him, it’s a call from Kate. I grimace, staring at her face on the screen. I’ve been dreading this all weekend, worried about what she’ll say when she finds out about the recent development in my relationship with Lex. She practically had to scoop me up with a spoon and build me back after the breakup, so I know she’ll call me an imbecile and convince me I’m making a huge mistake.
I let it ring until it goes to voicemail and let out a long sigh. The relief doesn’t last long, though, as I receive a text soon after.
Kate
If you screen one of my calls ever again, I’ll come punch you in the tits so hard they’ll grow three sizes, and you’ll finally have a decent rack.
My jaw drops at the brutality of her words, but the corners of my lips also rise with an incredulous grin. I know she’d never lay a finger on me, not in a million years, so the threat is beyond empty. But when she calls again, I immediately pick up.
“You’re so mean, oh my God,” I tell her.
“And you’re such a sneaky little bitch!”
“What? Why?”
“Who are you texting?”
My eyes fly to Tami, who swiftly looks away and back at the screen. As soon as I hang up, I’ll remind her what happens to snitches.
