Page 22 of Crossroads

My lips threatened to quirk into a smile. And I couldn’t have that. “It’s not that hard.”

“If you say so. Anyway, I should go.”

“Why were you looking for me? You said you were going with Teagan. Was everything okay?”

“So you did read my text.” Her eyes narrowed.

I tilted my head, confused. “I replied.” Not something I usually did, but I had. I hadn’t wanted Kiera to worry, not with her stressing out over her ex. I had been the one stressed out because I didn’t know if Jeremiah could be around. For all I knew, he had followed her and had been waiting. It didn’t seem like that to me, but how could I have been sure?

She scowled and shook her head. “No, you didn’t.”

“I did. Check your phone.”

She narrowed her gaze and pulled her phone out of her incredibly large purse. When her jaw dropped, I held back a smirk. Marginally.

“I missed it. How did I miss it?”

“I don’t know. I keep mine on silent all the time. I don’t even let it vibrate.”

“But you saw my text,” she said, her words slow.

I didn’t have an answer to that. My phone had just been there, and I had texted back.

She turned the phone to me, shaking her head. “And you used full sentences.”

“And?” I asked, confused even more. I’d barely understood women when I’d been married, and it was only worse now.

I didn’t know why she was showing me the phone. I remembered what I had texted.

Bodhi Ashford

Have fun with Teagan. Let me know if you need anything. Bodhi.

“You even texted me your name.”

“Yes.” Heat crawled up my neck, and I regretted this conversation.

“People don’t actually text and sign their names.”

“I did. Sue me.” I wanted out of this conversation.

Her hand dropped, and her teeth worried her lip. “Well, thank you. And I’m sorry for saying you didn’t text me.”

I really wanted to rub the sting out of that lip, so I put my hands in my pockets. “Why am I Bodhi Ashford in your phone? Full name?”

“I don’t know. What am I in your phone?”

I didn’t say anything, and her brows dropped.

“Am I even saved in your phone?”

“Why does any of this matter?” I asked, my sigh audible.

“It doesn’t.”

This woman. This freaking woman. “You’re Kiera. Just Kiera.”

Her eyes widened, and I had no idea what any of that meant. She perplexed me, and always had. And the sooner she got off my property, the better.