Love Like Her (Against All Odds #3) - Claudia Y. Burgoa Page 0,62
starts with an N for baby number two. I hope they do because it’s kind of fun to call them the Ns. “I thought they were in New York.”
“If you had let us finish our conversation, we would’ve told you that she was on her way to Denver,” she says, annoyed. “I texted you, but you haven’t responded yet.”
“At what time are they landing?”
“Twenty minutes,” she answers.
“Listen, I’m close to their house. Let me drop Misty off, and I’ll switch cars.”
“Hey, Misty.” Persy sounds so chirpy, you’d think she’s her best friend. “I hope you don’t mind that we’re interrupting your day.”
“We were actually done,” Misty answers. “You guys have fun.”
“You too,” Persy answers, ending the conversation.
“I guess the conversation will have to wait for another day,” she states.
“Sorry, I had no idea they were coming in today.”
“Do you keep in touch with them when you’re out of town?”
“Always,” I respond. “I just don’t keep track of their whereabouts when I’m in Costa Rica. It doesn’t make any difference to me, as long as they call at decent hours.”
“Maybe that’s your problem,” she states.
“My sisters are annoying, but never a problem.” My voice booms inside the car.
When I exit the highway, I sigh with relief. Misty’s apartment isn’t too far from Nyx’s place. I can’t continue having this conversation with her. I have to arrive at the airport right about now.
“No, I mean that you don’t have a life because you dedicate all your free time to your family.”
As I park in front of the building where she lives, I look at her and say, “You, of all people, know the deal with my family. We’re close. My sisters are my best friends. After almost four years of knowing my brothers-in-law, I could say they fall into the same category. I have a life.”
She gives me a dismissive glare and scrunches her nose. “It’s weird.”
“I’m not sure if you’re complaining, judging me, or… What are you saying?”
She shrugs. “You say I’m your best friend, but I haven’t heard from you in months. You’d rather hang out with your sisters than go out and find a girlfriend.”
“I’m too old for hookups,” I state. “You kept telling me that for years.”
“You listened to me a little too late,” she says, getting out of the car and closing the door, more like slamming it.
If I had time, I’d go down to figure out what’s bothering her. I can’t. Nate’s plane is landing soon, and I don’t want them to wait. After that, I have to find Liv. We need to straighten things out because she deserves better than the lies she heard today.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Eros
When I arrive at Nyx’s place, I spot Persy’s SUV. Instead of going down, I text Nate.
Eros: Do you need me to pick you up, or are THEY staging an intervention?
Nate: We needed you to pick us up, but we assumed it wasn’t happening. You were with Misty. Ford picked us up.
Nate: That’s why they are staging the intervention.
Eros: They’re staging an intervention because I couldn’t pick you up?
Nate: No, they are doing it because you’re obsessed with Misty.
Eros: I wouldn’t call it an obsession.
Nate: That’s between you and your sisters. You leave us out of it. I told you to leave it alone.
Eros: I like your twin better.
Nate: You say that now, but when you need my plane, all I hear is, you’re my favorite brother-in-law.
Eros: Can I borrow your plane to go to China?
Nate: You have nowhere to run. Those two will catch you.
I jolt when someone knocks on my window. It’s Persy.
I turn off the engine, unbuckle my seatbelt, and leave the car.
“You’re back!” Persy embraces me, and I hug her back.
“It’s good to see you, but what happened to we never lie to each other?” I point at the house. “They’re already here. I’m killing myself to make it on time.”
“Your tone of voice told me you weren’t alone,” she states. “You’d be mad if I had said, ‘Hey, we want to talk to you about this Misty issue.’”
I laugh. “According to her, you are my issue.”
Persy frowns and crosses her arms. “Interesting. She sees your family as your problem. I wonder if she’s projecting herself.”
My sister, the psychologist, is pretty chill. She doesn’t over-analyze shit, but there are exceptions to her usual behavior. I can see her asking me more about my conversation with Misty. I’ll have to describe the tone of voice we used, the exact words, and what led us to that moment.