“I didn’t leave, I was told to get out.”
“Semantics. You give up too easily.”
“Do me a favor, go find your succubus and leave me alone.”
“After you find our spine, or did you leave that along with your balls on Ms. Ramos’ night table?”
“Is there a reason you’re here?”
“Told you, I don’t want to lose a good worker. Plus, you’re such a cocky son-of-a-bitch, you make me laugh. At least you did until you decided to roll over and play dead.”
“I’m sure you’ll find someone to replace me.”
“Does she know that you paid in advance three quarters of her work and materials?”
“No. And I plan to keep it that way, so do me a favor and mind your damn business,” I say before getting to my feet and stomping out of there.
Chapter 28
Camilla
“Ms. Ramos,” a female voice calls from the front of the bakery.
My stomach sinks as I walk to the front room. “What are you doing here?” I ask the petite blonde that I don’t know but hate with every fiber of my being, hoping she picks up on my tone and takes the hint to leave. Is she here to rub it in? Stone made his choice and he chose her.
“I’m here to learn and understand the proximity.” She answers as if her reason is as clear as the stars in the sky. What a hell of a nerve!
“Proximity to Stone?” I ask, as my blood surges through my veins hot and angry, boiling over like lava.
“Who else?”
There’s something off about this woman. If I could even call her a woman. She looks more like a teenage girl. What bites my biscuit even more, is that she’s everything I’m not. Small, petite and beautiful. If that’s all she was, I wouldn’t feel so dejected, but there’s a radiance about her as well. All this gives me just reason to hate her.
“You don’t need to worry about Stone and I,” I explain. “I told him not to come back, I don’t ever want to see him again, so you can turn around and leave now.” I circle my fingers in the air giving her a visual. She’s lucky that’s what I’m doing this with myfingers and not holding them up and telling her to read between the lines.
The blonde tilts her head and looks out of the newly replaced front window, then back into the main room that we’re standing in, and uses moves her hands in a way that makes it look like she’s measuring something.
“Not yet,” she says, as if her focus is on something else, and I’m an afterthought. “I need to measure all the angles and evaluate the energy that’s trapped here.”
Angles and energy? Great, he cheated on me with a wacko that’s looking to start something possibly supernatural. I take a deep breath. “What are you talking about?”
She releases a frustrated breath. “Stone will have a satisfactory view of the middle and right side of the shop, but the left side is a blind spot,” she shakes her head. “And I’m assuming the baking will be done in some other part of the building that’s not visible from the street. Also, your blinds in the apartment upstairs, they’re closed. If he’s to have a good view, you’ll need to keep them open.”
This is getting weird. I’ve met jealous girlfriends before, but this one takes the cake. Does she want him to look through my windows and watch me? That’s downright creepy.
