Tell Me That You're Mine by Victoria De La O

Author:Victoria De La O [O, Victoria De La]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Swerve
Published: 2017-08-28T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 16: Eva

Sofia and Edward Jimenez tried for ten years to have a child before they conceived Marco. Sofia was probably filled with terror every single day of her pregnancy, while faking a smile that would fool the world. Marco’s birth must have been an indescribable joy and relief.

When Marco’s mental issues surfaced, his parents were cut down at the knees. Edward was stoic, turning his sadness inward. But Sofia—she was angry at the world. To her credit, she didn’t like being that angry, so she went into denial instead.

Marco’s arrest gave her clarity—but only for a while. Then again, every mother’s perception of her child is clouded by love.

I try to remember this as she stands in front of me, scowling.

“Hello, Eva. Is Diego ready?”

“Hello, Sofia.”

She doesn’t step a toe into the house, eager to pick up Diego for the night and go. They have him over every once in a while for a grandparent sleepover. Diego enjoys it, but not as much as he likes being with my parents. I’m aware that it makes me petty to be secretly pleased by that.

In truth, I understood a long time ago that it doesn’t matter if Sofia and I don’t like each other, as long as she loves her grandson, which she does.

“I’ll get him.”

I look over her shoulder and see Marco sitting in the car like a child, avoiding me. Maybe it’s better this way—cleaner. He and I are moving into a new phase of our relationship, and we both need time to process it. And yet it’s infuriating that it took another man sniffing around for Marco to accept that we really are divorced.

The minute they leave, I jump in the shower to get ready for my date with Ryan; a real date this time—not just a sexfest at home. Well, not right away, anyway.

When I open the back door and his face lights up, it makes all the ridiculous extra primping I did worth it. But it also reminds me too much of the night he came over for dinner, and I know we better get out of here fast if we’re actually going to get to the restaurant.

“Hello,” he says, nuzzling my ear.

“You smell good.” Like spices and smoke with a hint of Ryan for good measure.

“So do you.” His arms circle me, his hands creep down, my dress drags up.

“I was promised food.” I kiss him anyway.

He pulls back, his brown eyes dazed. “Okay, let’s g-go.”

“You have lipstick on you.” I wipe at the corner of his mouth with my thumb.

“Here, I’ll give it back to you.” He frames my face with those hands—he knows they’re his secret weapon—and gives me a real kiss.

To hell with my lipstick.

By the time we stop kissing, we’re both a mess.

“We have to leave if we want to make our reservation.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

His grumpiness is mostly bluster. It’s worth it when we get to the restaurant, which has rooftop seating and an outdoor fireplace. Downtown San Jose is spread out before us, with the orange and purple dome of the Tech Museum standing out from the other buildings.

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