Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
Sin: Morning.
Lavender: Isn’t it a little too early?
Sin: Five in the morning. It’s a great time to go out for a run and then start working.
Lavender: Don’t you have a life?
Sin: That’s part of my life.
Lavender: You seem to only work and work and . . . wait for it . . .
Sin: What am I waiting for?
Lavender: For me to say, work.
Sin: Not sure what you’re trying to accomplish.
Lavender: I’m trying to wake up.
Sin: I thought you were a morning person.
Lavender: Only when I have a lot going on in my head—or a packed schedule. Currently, I’m enjoying my summer time. I’ll worry about work next week.
Sin: What’s next week? Are you heading back to New York?
Lavender: No, my lawyer will be meeting with Theodoric’s legal team. It makes me wonder if I need a team too.
Sin: I’ll have Raffa contact your lawyer. Send me the details.
Lavender: Who is Raffa?
Sin: My brother, Raffaello.
Lavender: I thought you were Irish.
Sin: So?
Lavender: Why use an Italian name on him?
Sin: Why are you named after a plant? Are your parents plants instead of humans?
Lavender: :eyeroll: emoji
Lavender: Ugh . . . Mom is pretty earthbound. It sounds better than saying, “she’s a total hippie.” My brother Jasper at least can call himself Jay and he always says he’s J. Wilde.
Sin: Lavender is a pretty name.
Lavender: I grew into it.
Sin: I’d love to stick around and chat longer, but I have to head out for a run so I can get to work on time. Make sure to text me your lawyer’s information and let them know Raffa McFolley will be reaching out to them.
Lavender: I will, thank you.