Surrogate for My Mafia Ex
She freezes, her eyes darting to our joined hands in confusion.
“We’re going out,” I say bluntly.
“Cade, no.” She shakes her head, her voice trembling. “It’s late. I just want my bed.”
“It’s only seven.” I don’t give her a choice, guiding her back toward the SUV. “This won’t take long.”
Stephon is leaning against the hood, his expression shifting to surprise when he sees us returning. “Uh, what’s up?”
“We’re going downtown,” I tell him, guiding a begrudging Harper into the backseat. “Take us to Poppy & Pearl.”