My lover’s laugh warmed my ear. “Did she tell you it was me?”
I glanced over my shoulder to make sure his mother wasn’t right there. “You mean she can talk? You might want to let her know, because she hasn’t said shit to me since this morning. Did I tell you she thinks I’m fat?”
He laughed again.
“What’s up?”
“Just taking a breather.” He cleared his throat, and before I could say anything else he asked, “How’s the story coming?”
Something in his voice made me cautious. “All right, why?”
This time when I looked over my shoulder to make sure I was alone, I wasn’t. Mrs. Gui stood in the doorway, arms crossed, waiting. Gloatingwas the word that came to mind. Narrowing my eyes suspiciously, I asked Lee, “Did you call just to ask me that?”
“I didn’t call,” he admitted, “but I was just wondering—”