Right about that

Leon Elsecick

“Leaving, now wait a minute.” I chase after Annas all the way to the car, Tate crying and trotting after me. Annas is a badass, and just sassy enough to teach me a lesson and push my boundaries at the same time. One thing about her, she doesn’t go back on her word. I have to take her threat seriously, all five feet of her, curvy hips and all. But fuck if I’ll pretend to like it. Maybe it’s her Savoie-colored glare or the thought of her removing my name tattooed on her ass that has me considering her ultimatum. “I proposed. I promised we’d plan a wedding together. But not like this. How am I supposed to pull off a wedding and reception without more than a day’s heads up?”

She slides behind the driver’s seat, giving me a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. “The bank closes at one p.m. I have a thousand dollars stuffed in my undie drawer that I’ve pinched from the food budget by clipping coupons. Stores open at nine. You’ll figure it out. I have faith.”

Before I can stop her