Page 127 of Dissolving Prejudice

“Did I?”

“Have you hit your head or something?”

I turned to frown at him. “No, why?”

He looked at me oddly. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Eyes on the road, handsome,” I scolded him. “And yeah. My ankle is just bothering me.” Lifting my leg up, I softly caressed the hurt area. It didn’t ease the pain, but it was still nice.

“Why the fuck are you following me, Jordan?” I snarled when he fully got out of the car and moved to examine the damage.

“You broke my headlight!” he whined, bottom lip quivering, while I was trying to stand straight despite the pain in my leg.

“Fuck your stupid headlight. Why are you following us?”

Looking up from the damage to his precious car, he frowned at me. “I’m only following you, not him.”

That made me huff. “Wonderful.”

“I just want to talk to you.”

“Well, I don’t want to talk to you.” My eyes locked with his. “So get the hell out of here, and don’t you dare stalk me again.”

“Shay-Lee—”

“If you don’t drive off right this second, I’m going to call the new security company I’ve hired.” Only I hadn’t hired anyone, and maybe it was about time I did. “And trust me when I say that a broken headlight will be the least of your problems if they arrive.”

Jordan didn’t seem scared, more like disappointed, before he retreated and got back inside his car. Only after he drove off did I allow myself to fully swear at my damn ankle, which hurt like a motherfucker—

“Shay-Lee.” Camilo’s voice snapped me back to the present, and I glanced at him.

“What?”

“You sure nothing happened while I was with Blaire?”

“Yeah, I’m sure. And speaking of, how did it go with her?” It wasn’t a blunt attempt to change the subject, as I actually was curious.

Smoothing one hand over the steering wheel, Camilo sank deeper into his seat. “It was… okay, actually. She’s easy to talk to.”

A warm glow spread through me. “She is, isn’t she?”

“Yeah.”

“When did you schedule to meet again?”

“Friday.”

“Seriously?” My face hurt from how hard I smiled.

“Yeah.” Pressing his lips together, Camilo tapped the steering wheel with his fingers, clearly bothered by something. “But is it cool that we both see the same therapist? I mean, you’re in a better place, thanks to your meetings with her. Last thing I want is to stand in the way of your recovery, Llorón.”

God damnit. This man knew how to melt my fucking heart. Maybe he had a point, but currently, I was too happy about him going to another session with Blaire to care about that. Therefore, without stopping to think about technical issues, I placed my hand on his thigh and squeezed his firm muscle until he glanced at me.

“Don’t worry about it, okay? The only thing that matters is you getting better.”

Shay-Lee

Camilo was still fast asleep when I stepped out of the shower, and seeing him spread on our bed like a dead man was somehow charming. Fixing the collar of my shirt, I then sprayed a bit of my cologne on my wrist and neck, all while watching him shift in his sleep. I had to get up first for work, but regardless of that, Camilo was never much of a morning person. To say the least. When we were in high school, that man could sleep through an apocalypse without batting an eye, hence why finally seeing him sleep soundly was such a heartwarming relief.