“So, you aren’t a good kisser?”
CJ shrugged. “I don’t kiss and tell.”
“You aren’t. You’re just extolling your prowess.”
“There’s a girl at the other end of that. You don’t need to know my business or theirs. And you don’t fucking know me to be jealous over who I’m with.”
“I don’t have a shot with you?”
“Not even the slightest,” he told her flatly. “You’re fucking pushing and pushing. There’s a reason for that.”
“I just told you why. I like you. I think you’re so cute.”
Maybe she was being honest, but each time she mentioned Jaleena, CJ remembered all her demands. It left him suspicious.
“Can we get to the project? I can’t stay past eight.” Two hours away.
“Dusk and Cosmos will be home in an hour. I’m going to have to cook bacon and eggs for them, too.”
“Do they like pizza?” CJ asked irritably.
“It’s a cool treat when Mama can afford it.”
“How about I order two or three pizzas with some sodas?”
“That’ll work,” she said, glancing at him through her lashes and offering what CJ didn’t want.
He was taking Harley out soon. Hopefully, they cleared the air once and for all. Once CJ knew where they stood, he’d go from there.
Diesel: I miss you.
Good. Rebel smirked at her phone.
Momma: The car is here, sweetheart.
Diesel: I’m sorry.
Until the next fucking time.
Diesel: Talk to me. Respond. Even if it’s a fuck you.
Yeah, fuck you.
There, she’d said it. Satisfied that he was so miserable, Rebel muted her phone,then stuck it in her little purse before going to the mirror on the inside of Harley’s closet door. She loved her sapphire bandage mini dress with the big bow and thin straps.
Grinning at herself, she turned, tossed her hair over her shoulder and admired the bottom of the dress, since her hair covered the top part. Maybe she should’ve worn it up. But it was too late now.
She grabbed her leather coat that she had to have the moment she saw it, then hurried out of the room.
“Are you sure you two will be okay?” Momma asked, her voice carrying down the hall as Rebel reached the bottom step.
Her heels clicked across the floor before she reached the living room and found her mother in the same dress, but red. Rebel almost needed to do handstands to convince Momma that it was okay to twin. The dress had been in the women’s department, so Rebel didn’t see a problem.
Kaia and Axel gaped at her and Rebel beamed.
“You’re the second beautifulest girl in the whole world, Reb,” Axel gushed. “Mom’s the first.”
“Thank you, Ax,” she said, anxious to get to wherever Momma was bringing her for dinner. She smiled at Kaia and spun. “What do you think?”
