“But... that’s your boyfriend’s property. Wouldn’t it be... inconvenient for us to crash there?” Abel lowered his voice, glancing at Payton, who sat silently by the window. “Besides... didn’t Payton just say he wasn’t going?”
“He changed his mind,” Leilani replied calmly. “He just agreed.”
Abel blinked. “He did?”
Since when? How was he the last to know?
He turned to look at Payton, who let out a cold snort.
“What are you staring at? Go pack your bags!”
A grin stretched across Abel’s face, reaching from ear to ear. He practically skipped away to pack, humming a cheerful tune.
Leilani watched him go, shaking her head with a smile. The guy wore his heart on his sleeve.
“You’re good at buying people’s loyalty,” Payton said suddenly.
Leilani walked over to him, her tone serious. “Payton, I meant every word I said. Don’t feel like a burden. I need your help.”
She paused. “Not just for the detox... but you also promised to teach me self-defense. It’ll be much easier to train there.”
The cramped apartment was far too small for any real movement. Payton had considered this too. He remained silent for a moment before waving his hand with feigned impatience. “I told you. I already agreed. A man’s word is his bond; I don’t go back on it. But... keep talking, and I might just change my mind.”
Payton never meant what he said when he was being grumpy. Leilani and Abel exchanged a knowing glance and shared a smile.
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