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“What?”
“The meeting with Higham.”
“Why?”
“Because I can’t get hold of the fucker.”
I cut the call when Nolan doesn’t answer and start texting him. “Anyone seen Nolan this morning?”
Silence.
I look up from my cell. “Well?”
Danny shakes his head. James shakes his head. “Brad!” I jump at the screech of my name, spilling my coffee on my hand.
“Fuck.” I shake off the wet just in time for Rose to pass Maggie to Danny before she dives at me. I catch her, and she hisses.
“Shit, my tits.”
My eyes widen at Danny. His jaw rolls.
Rose pulls out and takes both my cheeks in her palms, her face coming close. “Are you all right?”
“Yes,” I say through my squished lips. “Fine.” My cock’s red raw, but I’m fine.
She comes nose to nose with me, searching my eyes. Fuck me, it’s like she has a sixth sense. I feel my face flame, and all I can smell is Pearl.
Pearl, lavender, and sex.
“Are you sure?”
“Rose,” Danny warns.
“I’m sure.” It was a flesh wound. That’s all. Why all the concern? I’ve had worse.
She releases me. “I love you, I want you to know that.”
“What the fuck’s going on?” I ask, looking around the room.
“Nothing,” all three of them say in unison, and then very quickly glance at each other awkwardly.
“Right.” Fuck me, is this something to do with everyone thinking I’m on the edge over Pearl? Or are they happy because they think I’ve moved on to Allison? Jesus. I get up. “Let me know if you reach Higham.” I leave my coffee and get the fuck out of there, meeting Otto as he enters. He stops, his hairy face an unusual shade of pity. He puts a hand on my shoulder. Squeezes. “If you tell me you love me,” I say, “I’m going to rape your ass with Rose’s breast pump.”
He nods mildly, unfazed, as I look back into the kitchen. Everyone is watching. What’s going on? And why the fuck hasn’t Otto got up in my face for making such a threat? I’d demand answers. But I won’t. Their unnecessary pity is better than their suspicions or interrogations.
I dial Nolan again as I take the stairs, nodding to Tank and Fury as I pass. They don’t even look at me. This fucking house. Nolan’s phone goes to voicemail. I try again. Nothing. Since I’m passing his room on the way to Doc’s, I give him a knock. “Nolan, you in there?” I take the handle and push it open a fraction, seeing him lying on the bed, eyes closed. His toned chest is bare, a few scuffs and scrapes on his flesh—nothing major. But his leg? A huge bandage covers his thigh. A gash? Ouch. Doesn’t look like he’ll be walking properly on that for a while, which means I need to make arrangements at the club.
I pull the door closed and continue toward Doc’s, texting Mason to let him know Nolan’s out of action.
“Oh!”
I ricochet off a body, and my arm explodes with pain. I drop my phone. “Fuck.”
“Sorry!”
Her voice slides under the material of my suit and licks my skin. Pearl drops to the floor and grabs my cell, handing it over. I don’t take it, caught in a trance. The smell of her overwhelms me, and the sight of her? Her high-waisted jeans hug her hips, her cropped T-shirt showing a slither of skin on her stomach, her red hair freshly blow-dried, the thick locks pinned half up, her green eyes without the veil of hair that’s always falling across it. Shit, she looks divine.
“Here,” she says, reaching for my pants pocket and slipping my cell in. I gulp, her face close to mine.
