Page 74 of Bourbon Deceit
“Is that even a question? We’re at the Gumbo Shop, I’m pretty sure I’m getting gumbo.”
Smiling, he said, “Good. I was afraid you were going to be one of those girls who went to a novelty restaurant and got a salad.”
“What’s salad?” I asked, as I shoved a piece of bread in my mouth.
“Apparently not.” Diego laughed. He was about to say something else when his phone rang. “Excuse me.” He pulled his phone out from his pocket and eyed me before pressing it to his ear. “Hello? Out to lunch. Yeah, she’s with me.”
My heart fluttered when I realized it must be Jett.
“Do you have your phone?” Diego asked me. I shook my head no. I forgot it in my rush to beat the allotted five minutes I’d given myself to get ready. “No, she left it at the club. Yeah, hold on.”
Diego held his phone out to me and said, “Someone would like to talk to you.”
I grabbed it and turned away from him, so I didn’t have to see his snarky face.
“Hi,” I said into the phone.
“Hi.” His deep southern voice that made my toes curl rang out. “Are you behaving?” he asked in a teasing tone.
“Yes, I’m behaving.” I heard Diego snicker from behind me so I flipped him off.
“Not from what I saw. Pepper sent me a little picture of you testing out some of Diego’s apparatuses.”
Inwardly groaning and gripping my forehead, I said, “I fucking forgot that she took a picture. God, did she really send that to you?”
“Yes, she did.”
“Fuck, that’s embarrassing.”
Lightly laughing, Jett responded, “I thought it was hot as hell, even though you went about it all the wrong way.”
“I have no clue how those things work. They’re like vines that like to fuck with your mind and claw onto you,” I whispered into the phone. “I think they come alive at night.”
Laughing some more, Jett said, “I miss you.”
It felt like my heart stopped beating for a second, hearing him say such an intimate thing. When I first went to the Lafayette Club, I never thought I would come to this point of my life where I would be talking to Jett Colby on the phone, hearing him say he misses me.
“I miss you, too,” I admitted as my face turned red from Diego’s staring. I turned to look at him for a second and he was making kissing noises at me. “Don’t you have something better to do?” I asked him.
He laughed and said, “I’m going to the pisser.”
“Are you talking to me?” Jett asked, a little concerned.
“Sorry, no. Diego was being a dick.”
“Do I need to have a talk with him?” Jett grew serious. I loved how protective he was.
“No, nothing like that. He was just making fun of me for saying I miss you.”
“He’s a jealous bastard. Can you do me a favor?” he asked.
“Of course.”
“Can you make sure that you always have your phone on you? I don’t like the idea of you being out and about and not having your phone. I need to know that if something happens, you can get in touch with me.”
“You’re sounding a bit paranoid.”
“Goldie, I’m serious.”
