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She’ll tell me she never asked me to go, and I’ll remind her I wasn’t asking. Then she’ll call me something in Spanish that sounds sexy as fuck even though it probably means diseased asshole.

Normal shit.

The phone buzzes.

I grab it a little too fast.

Talon catches the movement and smirks.

I ignore him and open the message.

Cece: Okay.

I stare at the word.

That’s it.

No argument or threat. Not even a who the fuck invited you?

Just okay.

Me: Wow. That was easy.

Cece: Don’t get excited. I need someone to carry shit.

Me: So you do need me.

Cece: I need your arms. The rest of you is optional.

Me: Knew you were obsessed with my body.

Cece: Ay, cállate. Don’t make me regret this before we even leave.

Me: Too late. I’m already looking at hotels.

Cece: Who tf said anything about sharing a hotel?

Me: Nobody. Yet.

Cece: Revel.

Me: Relax, mama. What time am I picking you up?

Cece: You’re not. We’re taking my car. It’s already loaded so you can meet me at my place.

Me: Your car? Bold choice, not sure it will make it there.

Cece: You changed one battery and suddenly you’re AAA.

Me: Just saying, good thing you’re bringing a hot mechanic.

Cece: You’re bringing coffee and carrying speakers. That’s your entire job.

Me: Damn. No road head?

Cece: Choke.

Me: That’s not a no.