RIVER
The next morning, Javier is waiting out front again, and Taylor does not allow him to get close.
"River, can you please speak to me?"
"She does not want to speak to you," Taylor threw back in the most bored voice I heard.
"I am not speaking to you, and I wonder how you are trying to get into our conversation." Javier's voice tone was low and slow, but it had some kind of venom in it. How had I not heard it at first? Was I so deceived by his beauty that I refused to acknowledge the truth before my eyes?
"She does not want to speak to you, and you keep acting pathetic."
"I am not speaking to you." Javier's words came through gritted teeth. I was already seated in the car, but I could hear them very clearly because of how loud their voices were.
"You aren't, but you are currently
