“Yes, come eat.” Addy motions to the kitchen. “I’m going to pack you some food to go as well.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that.” I start to inhale the food.

“I insist.”

I don’t argue. I’ll need my strength to bring down a two-hundred-plus-pound fighter who thinks he can manipulate me with lies. Before I take my last bite, Satan stabs my happy bubble with his pointy trident.

“Ready?”

I ignore him. “Addy, is this quartz or granite?” I rub the white countertop.

“Avery, chop chop.”

Addy grins as her gaze ping-pongs between us. I turn my last bite into five, like a mouse nibbling cheese.

“Quartz.”

“My dad built my mom this house to get her back.” Elena grins, picking sliced strawberries off her avocado toast.

“Is that so? Tell me more.” I shift my stool toward Elena kneeled on the stool next to mine.

“No time for more. I’m leaving without you in five minutes.”

Poke. Poke.

I’m going to stab that trident up his ass. He just doesn’t know it yet.

“You have a lovely home, Addy. I can’t thank you enough for your generosity. It’s hard to find truly kind people these days.”

Addy hands me a bag. “You are welcome anytime.”

She won’t think that when I murder her business buddy. “It was nice meeting you, Elena.”

Elena ignores me because her dreamy Jake is in the room. Poor girl is headed down the road of heartbreak. She will cross a million Jakes in her life, and most of them will be dick cheese.

“Taking off?”

Hold. The. Phone.

God has appeared.

Dear Heavenly Father,

I had no idea you were Latino in your human form. Good choice! Are you here to save me from Satan?

“Yes.” Jake gives Latino God a slight smile.

Addy married a god. I want to high-five her, but we haven’t known each other long enough to celebrate snagging a really hot guy.

“Quinn, this is Jake’s friend, Avery. Avery this is my husband, Quinn.”

Jake grumbles something under his breath at the mention of our friendship. I’m right there with him, but I don’t grumble because I’m too busy sighing a dreamy breath of envy.

“Nice to meet you, Avery.” Quinn holds out his hand.

It takes me a moment to shake it since I’m in a daze from his sexy accent. I need a guy with an accent. Okay, I don’t need any guy at the moment, but if I decide to entertain the idea of male companionship again, he will need to be Latino and upfront with his feelings about chocolate.

“Very nice seeing you—uh, I mean meeting you.” I cringe behind my smile.

Super smooth.

He pulls his hand from mine because I don’t let go. I like his hand and all that goes with it.

Very nice seeing you.