His Ex Mistress, His Enemy
she decided, “if later Pretty Auntie starts throwing up and doesn’t like the smell of garlic, that means I was right. You have to tell me before anyone else, okay?”
“You want to be the first to know?” Zane asked.
“Yes. Because I said it first.”
I lifted a hand. “Nobody’s throwing up. Nobody’s…” I searched for a safe word. “…‘in the belly’ anytime soon. Got it, kids?”
Ash looked a little disappointed. “How long is soon?”
“Ten years,” I tossed out fast.
“One year,” Zane corrected, easy, without looking at me. “At most.”
I turned on him. “You… shut up.”
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