Chapter Eight
Max
“It surprised me you called. You didn’t want to come out earlier.” Marcus said as he parallel parked his car in an impossibly small spot on Grace Street.
My mouth opened to speak, but nothing came out but a sigh.
I felt the car hit the bumper of a red BMW parked behind us, and Marcus swore under his breath. “s**t. Every queen in Richmond must be going to this shindig. No other parking spot for blocks.” Marcus adjusted the rearview mirror and tried again to squeeze into the spot. “So, what made you change your mind? You know, about coming to the party?”
“f*****g Diego.” I muttered. “He spoke to Mom, and they conspired to get me to go out. I wish to God everyone would mind their own business. When I see him inside, I’m giving him an earful.”
Marcus switched off the ig
