He answers on the first ring.
“Hello?”
“What are you doing?”
Before he can say anything, a voice cuts in, feminine and sultry, answering my question for him.
“Who’s that?” it asks.
“My mother,” Elliot answers.
I shake my head.
“You’re disgusting,” I say.
He laughs.
“Yeah, yeah. We know. What do you want, princess?”
In the background, the other voice starts to grumble, muttering something about pigs.
We both ignore it.
“I’m hungry,” I say plainly.
There’s a brief pause followed by muffled shuffling before he answers.
“I’m busy,” he says. But his words are punctuated by the sound of a slamming door, and I laugh a little.
“Not anymore.”
“Damn you, Ashbourne. She was really hot.”
“Is that a yes?”
He chuckles, the deep tenor of his voice sounding more like a growl than a laugh.
“Ask me nicely, and maybe it is.”
“Ugh.”
They always ruin it.
Chapter2
You Can't Say Excuse Me?
IRIS
“Hurry up!We’re going to miss it!”
Elsie fusses at me from her position up ahead.
“Miss what?” I call back.
“The sirens! They’re only playing a few songs!”
Her short legs are moving faster than I thought possible in those heels, but I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Where there’s a promise of good music, Elsie is never far behind.
