Francemia takes a bite of her barbeque sandwich and frowns. Joaquin walks in front of her. “I’m waiting. Explain to me how you know Xaiden doesn’t sleep with this damn trident?” He sits down across her and stares at her.
She’s chewing, looking out the window.
He leans back, "Take your time and enjoy your sandwich. I’m not going anywhere.” Joaquin rubs his chin thinking, “I know she didn’t have s*x with the asshole. We were both virgins."
“I’m glad you know that Xaiden and I haven’t had s*x. Now I'll tell you the reason I know his sleeping habits. He and I fought together and talked over a few campfires. Xaiden trusted me and confided in me that was the only time his trident wasn’t in his hand." She wiped her mouth and hands, “Now tell me what you thought."
Joaquin walks over
