Chapter 117

“I see. He calls you on your cell phone,” Sebastian observed, raising his eyebrows. His gaze remained fixed on the floor, even though he couldn’t see it. “If she is as pretty as her voice, I would also want her to call me and talk nonsense to me.”

“She is the sister of my late wife, Sebastian,” I warned him, because we had already had a similar conversation once, and curiously it had also been when I was driving. “Are you going to ask me if she turns me on, like you did with Johanna?”

I shouldn’t have hinted. He shrugged, a smirk on his lips.

“Well, she’s your wife’s sister, not your sister. And you’re not dead, right? You smell like a pretty healthy male in every way, I guess you have to do something.”

I couldn’t refute that. I was starting to get a little uncomfortable with Richie’s and Christian’s anxieties around me, but I wasn’t going to tell him that. I looked at him for a moment, silently, looking back at the road every few seconds, trying to gauge if