Chapter 29

We’ve barely gotten up to speed when his ringtone shrills through the car, cutting through the tense atmosphere like a welcome alarm. He flicks something on the panel beside the wheel, hitting the dash button to answer it on speaker without checking caller ID, and watches the road.

“Hello, Arrick Carrero speaking.” He answers brightly in his normal business tone. I relax back in my chair, trying to push all the tension forming inside of me away, and try to forget the last five minutes by brushing it off as nothing. This is a four-hour road trip, and we have enough to get through before I get home without starting with awkwardness and strange ‘Joo Joo’ between us.

“Hey, Darling.” Natasha’s voice oozes over the internal speakers, a little too honey-like for my liking. Try as I might to warm to her. I just can’t. To me, she is the absolute worst for him, they are alike, yet she is also boring, anal, and far too prim. Like the nineteen-fifties reject who dresses like a Stepf