Fifty-Five

Gia

Kian’s jaw flopped open, and he froze like that. I thought that I broke him until he blinked and started stammering. I could hear hearty laughter rumbling down the line, and then a male with a strong Cajun accent hollered, “Well, hello there, Mon Chere. I’m liking you already.”

Kian’s deadpan stare hinted that he wasn’t happy about this, but he didn’t refuse me. He flared his nostrils and shook his head at me, jabbing his finger towards the door as if to say, “Go back inside”, but I stood my ground, folding my arms and tapping my foot as a sign that I wasn't going anywhere.

“We’ll talk about this some other time, all right?” he grumbled into his cell phone. "I'll call you back."

The guy on the other end of the line seemed satisfied with that and told Kian to pass on his well-wishes to me. Kian ended the call and shoved the phone inside his pocket. My hubby was agitated, but he wasn't mad at me like he was at the Clubhouse.

“You realize you just cut a deal with the devil, don’t you