Devin:Aunt, huh? The hot one?
Fromthe corner of my eye, I made sure that Greyson wasn’t reading my texts beforereplying.
Me:Man, you have no fucking clue.
Devin:She still think you’re an asshole?
Me:Probably. But she’s been to forty-something Foo Fighters concerts. I was readyfor her to suck my dick right there.
Devin: LMAO.Impressive. Hope you didn’t tell her that.
Me: Nah.Kept it to myself.
Devin: Aww.My little boy’s growing up.
Devin: How’sthe kid?
Me: Notsure. He’s got that brooding teen thing down pretty well. Except he actually doeshave shit to brood over.
Me: Gotta go. Aunt’s off the phone.
“Myclient,” Tabby told me needlessly as we each pocketed our respective phones. “I’vespent nearly a year trying to sell her house.”
“Isthat a long time?” I asked, not knowing the first thing about real estate.
“It’slong for me,” she stated matter-of-factly, but the confidence in her tonecouldn’t hide the glimmer of disappointment in her eyes.
Clearingher throat, Tabby turned to Greyson and reached her hand out to squeeze hisshoulder. “We should get back home, kiddo. It’s getting late and you havehomework.”
“Whatever,”he muttered in a low, rasped voice as he pushed away from the building andwalked toward where I assumed they had parked.
“Areyou going to say goodbye?” Tabby warned, pressing a fist to her cocked hip.
Greysonthrew a wave over his shoulder as he continued to walk. Tabby huffed irritablyand turned to tip her head back, looking up to my eyes.
“Thankyou for dinner,” she replied with a small, polite smile. “You really didn’thave to pay. We could’ve split—”
“You’rekidding, right?” I scoffed and shook my head. “It wasn’t a big deal.”
Withanother sigh, she tucked her purse under her arm and extended a hand. “Well,thank you again, Sebastian. I hope Greyson can see you again soon.”
Claspingmy fingers around hers, I didn’t shake. Instead I just held her hand, heatedpalm to heated palm, and a side of my mouth lifted. “What are you doingtomorrow?”
Takenaback, she pulled her hand from mine, laying it at her side. “Tomorrow?I … well, Greyson has school, but I suppose you can see him afterward. Isn’tthat a lot of driving in only a couple of days though? You don’t mind?”
“I’lljust stay at a hotel,” I shrugged with nonchalance. “I have nothing going onright now.”
“O-oh,”she stuttered, surprised and flustered. “Do you, um, need the address of a goodone in the area?”
“Nah.”I shook my head. “I’ll just Yelp that shit.”
Tabbynodded once. “Well then, I’ll make sure Greyson is ready after school.”
“Awesome.”I tipped my chin, meeting her eyes with mine. “Have a good night, Tabby.”
“Youtoo, Sebastian.”
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