This Means War

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"Well, we're leaving now." Jackson all but shoved Jenni into the cab. I watched in amusement. As much as I want to like her, I just can't. "It was nice doing all of this with you, Asher. Just don't get into any trouble while I'm gone."

"You don't have to worry about me."

"No, I'm being serious. I won't be able to help next time. I'll be far away doing what I should have been doing a long time ago."

"Okay..."

"Yeah..."

"Bye!" I chirped. "It was nice to see you this week."

"Same to you." Jackson nodded at me.

Once the cab was out of sight, I dropped my smile and sighed heavily. Asher let go of me and just stared. What?

"What was that for?" he asked.

"Wouldn't you like to know," I muttered. "When do we head back home?"

"Tonight. I thought maybe we could--"

"Hold your horses! I meant what I said earlier. I'm still mad at you, so there isn't going to be any surprises. Gosh, you're so conceited sometimes."

"Lexi--"

"I don't want to hear it. I'm hungry."

Asher sighed and proceeded to hail another taxi. Serves him right.

"Do you want Mexican or Indian?"

"What kind of question is that?"

"I mean..."

"Peruvian."

"But that's so far!"

"Well, you better hope the driver accepts your credit card."

I can tell Asher is starting to hate me, but I'm not backing down. He and Jenni have a lot of explaining to do. Honestly, it's not that hard to pretend you love someone. Unless you're a sociopath. That would explain a lot.

It still irks me how he can keep so many secrets from me, but I can't keep one from him. Jenni is always going to be a problem in our lives. Until Cameron makes an appearance again, she's going to continue doing what she's doing. I understand he doesn't want to stray from finding his son, but sometimes you have to look at other problems for a while. It's best he fixes her before I do it myself.

"Is it okay if my mother meets us there?" Asher asked.

"Oh, now she wants to show up?" I snapped. "Where was she when her grandson was excited to see her?"

"You know where she was."

"Yeah, well, I don't like how she wants to play the concerned mother-in-law now. Since we're on the subject, why doesn't she like me? Don't lie and say she does, because I know she doesn't. I've been nothing but respectful to her, and she refuses to reciprocate that. How hard is it to get along with someone your son has been married to for four years?"

Asher didn't say anything as a taxi stopped and he opened the back door for me. He had better sit in the front, or I was going to tell him how I really felt about his mom. He did just that. I was grateful. There are better things to worry about and I needed to get my act together. His mom isn't going to know what hit her.


"We're here, sir." The taxi driver stopped in front of a restaurant I hadn't been to since I'd moved. "Will that be cash or card?"

"Card." Asher handed him our shared card. "Thank you for taking us out here."

"It's no problem, sir."

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