Thea glares at him. “Easy for you to say, you don’t have to deal with her all day. All she does is scream, eat, scream, poop, and did I mention scream? I swear she hates me.”
Thea may joke about her daughter being a demon, but it doesn’t take long to watch her with Xael to know she’s completely in love.
My phone buzzes in my back pocket and I sit up to pull it out.
My brows furrow.
Owen: Hey
“What’s wrong?” Jace asks, picking up on my tense body language.
I want to say nothing but I can’t lie. Not to him.
“It’s Owen.”
Jace rolls his eyes, shaking his head. “That fucker,” he mumbles. “I swear he never bugged you this much a couple years ago.”
He’s right, he didn’t. It’s like when Owen moved to New York City and truly got out from under his parents’ hold he’s made it his mission to … to what? I truly don’t understand his motives.
I can’t ignore him, because that’d be rude, and since he’s the father of my son I do have to deal with him on occasion.
Me: What’s up?
The bubbles immediately appear, indicating he’s responding.
Owen: I’m coming into town next week. I thought we could meet up for lunch.
Jace is reading the texts beside me and he snorts. “I told you the guy was still in love with you.”
I look up at Jace. “I don’t love him. You know that, right?”
He grins wickedly. “Why would you love him when you have all this now?” He lifts the bottom of his shirt, teasing his abs.
I roll my eyes. “Keep it up and you won’t have a girlfriend.”
He drops his shirt. “You love me—sarcasm and all.”
He’s right, and let’s face it, his sarcasm is one of the things that drew me to him in the first place.
Me: Sorry, can’t. I’m going to be out of the country.
Owen: Out of the country?
Me: Yeah, Jace and I are going on vacation. Paris.
Owen: Oh.
Owen. Have fun.
Me: Thanks. I’ll catch you next time.
Owen: You know, you could always visit me in NYC. I could sleep on the couch and you could take my bed.
Jace snorts beside me. “The guy is seriously desperate to get you in his bed.”
I smack his shoulder. “He didn’t say he’d be sleeping the bed too—besides, it’s not like I’m actually going to go.”
Me: Thanks for the offer. Maybe I’ll take you up on it sometime.