He tilts his head. “That’s funny, coming from the guy I shot in the leg.”
A smirk forms on my face. “I’ll forgive you … after some groveling.”
He snorts. “You fucking wish.”
But judging from the smug grin on his face, I don’t think it’s a lost cause.
And maybe, just maybe, we’ll finally stop trying to kill each other.
The door opens, and it’s almost as if all the tension suddenly vanishes from the room when Jasmine walks in. “So, how are things going in here?”
“Fine,” Luca quips, walking back to the door.
She blocks his way. “I didn’t say you had to leave.”
“I’m not interested in watching you two slobber each other up,” he replies.
Jasmine’s face turns red, and I hide my laughter behind my hand.
“So you’re still mad?” she asks him.
“Depends,” he replies.
“On what?”
“Him.” He throws me a damning look.
“Can I speak to her?” I ask.
I know Luca knows who I mean.
He rolls his eyes and sighs. “Fine. But I swear to fuck, if I hear anything, just a single fucking peep, I’ll—”
“Twist these sheets around my neck and hang me to dry out the window,” I fill in for him. “Yeah, yeah, I got it.”
He takes in another breath and then nods and walks out.
“What … was that?” Jasmine mutters.
I shrug. “Oh, we just had a man-to-man talk.”
She narrows his eyes. “I thought he wasn’t sure why he was even here, to begin with.”
“He wasn’t,” I say. “But blood is thicker.”
Jasmine gulps when her sister suddenly peeks into the room. Our eyes connect, and memories instantly flash in front of my eyes like waves crashing into my soul, forcing me to remember the night I almost died.
Almost.
But I’m still here, and so is she.
Jasmine places her hand on Jill’s shoulder. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
Jill covers Jasmine’s hand with hers and smiles. “Don’t worry about me.”
“I’ll give you guys some time,” Jasmine says, and she leaves the room.
Jill sighs, stepping inside to close the door behind her, but she stays close. Close enough to be able to run out if needed.