"Can he hear me?" Benito sighed but he didn't say anything. I grinned. I couldn't help it. Just thinking about Blake filled me with so many mixed emotions that were impossible to squash. "Hey, baby girl,” I said softly. Harlow lifted a single brow in question at me. "Look,” I rushed on. “I know I said some fucked up shit—" I shook my head. "When I get done, I need to talk to you. Shit, I need to grovel." "I don't want to hear this," Benito grunted.
