Ford’s POV
The first thought that enters my head is c*****e.
This is the same boy who came to my house, rubbing his filthy hands all over Livia.
The same one who got her fussing over those damn flowers.
Now he’s here, eyeing a server with so much lust that it makes me recoil.
“Do you wanna find another spot to hang out in?” Rafael asked kindly. “You look so uncomfortable. I feel bad—“
“No, we stay here.”
A little confused, Rafael just nods and excuses himself to take a call outside.
I’m out of it now.
The only thing that my ears are scanning is Carter’s voice.
And he’s not making it hard to hear.
“Give me your number,” he tells the server. “Come on now. I know you wanna give it.”
The woman shifts her weight from one foot to another, mulling it over. I don’t know if they get som
