Chapter Twelve
“You don’t mind, right Beckett?” Chelsea leans back in her chair, her legs crossed as she types away on her phone.
“Don’t you have a job?”
“What do you think I’m doing right now?” She flips her phone my way, but I don’t bother looking.
I take a bite of my sandwich. I’ll fight through the rolling emotions inside making my stomach rumble with turmoil.
“So, you don’t mind if Mauro and Skylar go out, right? Just think of the beautiful babies they’ll make together.”
I don’t respond. I know she’s trying to get a rise out of me. Everything in me tells me to get up, grab Sky and kiss her until Mauro is lost in a sea of black behind me.
“Cut it.” I push a perfectly mouth-watering sandwich aside, my eyes shifting between the sandwich and them.
Chelsea’s conniving laugh is all
