Chapter Ten
Fox
ABOUT THREE WEEKS LATER“Go, shawty,” I sang under my breath as I slid into my ride after work. “It’s your birthday. We gon’ party like it’s your birthday.”
Grinning, I started the engine and tugged at my tie. Once it was free of my neck, I slung it into the passenger seat and started to back from my parking spot, only for a text to come in.
Thinking it was a message from Bells, I pressed the brake, cranked up the radio, playing 50 Cent instead of singing to him, and I checked my phone.
EL: Happy birthday! I hope it’s a good one.
Birthday wishes from El. Sweet, but not exactly who I’d been hoping to hear from. I grinned, anyway.
PARKER: Thanks. I’ll give you all the glorious play-by-play details during our session tomorrow if you’d like, since you’re so suddenly inter
