Elijah POV
“So, I’ll pick you up tomorrow at 6?” I asked, leaning in the doorway. I could practically hear my dead mother calling for me to choose inside or out from beyond the grave, but Ambrosia was all but shoving me out the door after I’d tried slipping my hand on her thigh.
She glared at me, arms crossed over her chest. “Fine. Make sure no one is there.”
I nodded, “Of course, of course.” I waved and turned, but before I made it very far, Ambrosia was already calling out to me. I turned, hoping she might offer up a peck on the cheek.
Of course, she didn’t. “You should call that girl back. And see the doctor.”
My heart fell. I forced a smirk, “You want me to call another woman?”
“Of course,” she replied, her expression blank. “If she seduces you, you’ll leave me alone.” She wave
