- RORY -
There's obviously one primary reason Dex chose a private jet with a bedroom—or two bedrooms—and I'm not about to listen to anything intimate happening between him and my sister.
"Is there a movie or something we can watch?" I ask, ditching the pastry that I was eating to placate my sister and Dex. "Like, with headphones?"
"Aren't you going to finish eating that?" Luciano asks in turn.
"No. I already said I'm not hungry." I take a sip of the hot tea to find that it's already turned tepid.
"But you were just saying how good it is."
My eyes flit his way and find him looking confused as his hand passes back and forth in the air like he's retracing the conversation Raya and I had. Why is he so worried about it?
