She sucks in a breath. “Big blue eyes?”
“Scary eyes.”
“Mind if I stalk him for a couple months? You can borrow Desmond.”
I’m glad the mood has lightened between us. We never argue and rarely disagree. But when we do . . .
Last year she tried to set me up with her brother, Liam. A staged accidental meeting in the grocery store. I saw right through it. Liam is a professional football player in Houston and never shops for himself. Asia’s mother goes to Houston once a month and takes care of everything for him.
As if she’s reading my mind, she says, “Liam is still single. He likes you, ’Fina. A lot.”
If I were another girl in another dimension, I’d be all over him. Happy to date a superstar. But I’m not. My heart has been held captive for seven years. From the first time I met Caleb until now. Pretty sure no man can change it. And even if he could, I wouldn’t let anyone get that close. I believe in true love, that it lasts forever.
“Tell him hello. Did he successfully renegotiate his contract?”
She snorts. “His agent did, for an extra three percent.”
“Really?”
“What’s eighteen percent of twenty million dollars?”
I do the math in my head. “Three point six million.”
“See . . . that little asshole in Los Angeles is constantly taking advantage of my big brother.”
“Forget the agent. That’s wonderful news, Asia.”
“I know.” She shows me her pearly whites again. “So, are we good?”
“Always.”
“Then get dressed and let’s go to the mall.”
Not really in the mood, I agree. “Okay.” I finish off my second doughnut, wipe my hands on my napkin, then head for my bedroom. I need to get out of here for a bit and do something girly for once. Maybe pick out some new lingerie?
I showered before bed, so I slip on jeans and a cute T-shirt that sayslive for the moment.I check myself in the mirror, comb my long hair out, and apply some black mascara and really pink lipstick. Satisfied, I grab my purse from on top of the dresser and return to the dining room.
Asia cleared and wiped the table down. She’s waiting in the hallway by the door. “That pink lipstick really looks good with your skin tone. I’d kill for your skin.”
“I’d kill for your natural tan.”
We both laugh. As I open the door, I’m surprised to find a long white box with a red ribbon tied around it on my porch.
“What’s that?” Asia asks, gazing over my shoulder.
“I-I don’t know.” I’m stunned. No one sends me anything, ever.
“Move over, girlfriend.” Asia gently pushes me aside and grabs the box. She carries it to the table and I close the door and follow her.
“Want me to open it?”
“Go ahead,” I say, afraid to touch it.
She unties the ribbon and lifts the lid, revealing two dozen long-stemmed white roses. The card reads:
You’re impossible to forget. Eagle
“Is there something you’re not telling me, Serafina?”
