“b***h, I’ve have twelve mental breakdowns in the past hour alone. I still can’t wrap my mind around it.”
“I want to know everything that happened on your end since I got to the restaurant last night. Go.”
She draws a slow breath, then spills the tea in one long, uninterrupted monologue, barely pausing to inhale. When she’s done, I have more questions than when she started.
“Who’s this Emiliano character? How does Cole know him?”
“No idea. We didn’t get to that.”
“He told me they were old friends. Said they work together sometimes.”
“Work together,” she repeats, her voice thoughtful. “Interesting.”
“What was he like?”
“Smart. Tough. Looks like somebody who could break all your bones, but talks like Socrates.”
We’re quiet for a moment, until she says, “I think we should agree that
