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.