AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Why the hell do I need to be doing something?” Winslow argues back with a glare. “I’m not doing anything.”
“You’re going out,” I point out with a cocked brow. “And I know it’s the three of you not looking to hurt my feelings because you go out all the damn time. I’m surprised you’re still married.”
Winslow takes it upon himself to disappear back into his tattoo room and slam the door behind him, not putting in the energy to deal with me.
But he left his friends out to dry with my next question and no one is going to be free from my wrath of trying.
“So, what’s the deal? It obviously has something to do with me, so spill it.”
“If she hasn’t told you yet, I don’t know why we have to,” Devin replies, instantly gaining my attention by the female pronoun he just used.
It’s Liv.
There’s no other female in our lives that we all share that would conjure this kind of reaction.
“If it has something to do with my business,” I iterate, attempting to keep my voice even. “Then I need to know.”
“Not about this,” he mutters, and it only sparks the fuel of irritation to start in my gut and work its way through to my mouth.
“Just fuckin’ say it,” I bark out. “You two are like fuckin’—”
“Liv is moving to California,” Miles cuts in, sending me an accusatory glare that conveys how this is all my fault.
They’re not dumb.
The guys might be tunnel-visioned with their art and bitch about their schedules and clients, but they’re not so blind as to not have seen shit going down with Opie and me.
Shit, my dick was practically hard all the fucking time when she was around and I’m sure they sensed all the alpha testosterone floating around the space.
“When?”
It’s the only thing I can ask because it can’t be true. Her family is here, her friends are here, her job…I can’t see her leaving.
L.A. He’s out there for a job.
The baby daddy.
My jaw clenches in sheer jealousy as I impatiently wait for one of them to finally give me an answer.
Thankfully, Devin decides to spit it out.
“I think within the next week or two. None of us asked for a date. Miles ran into her at Target with a cart full of shit and he asked her what it was all for. Then she told him. She’s gonna be up at a bar with her girlfriend tonight so we’re going up there to say goodbye.”
I nod, then pivot toward my office, because she hasn’t quit this job yet.
And this job isn’t in California.
Another thing she wasn’t going to tell me, and I feel like the biggest dumbass. I was just on the verge of forgiving everything and chalking it up to Liv being right about it. I didn’t give her any safety in telling me about her daughter when I practically made it clear that I don’t date, and I didn’t really plan on it until I couldn’t continue moving forward without locking her down.
But now…I’m still not important enough in her life because she never put her two weeks in and I haven’t heard her say a word about quitting. Not even a threat about it.
And in the grand scheme of things, I have a business to run. If I need a new receptionist, then I have to get on so that we’re not all getting fucked up with our schedules and the things that need to be done with marketing.
“Put a post out about a receptionist job, Miles,” I bellow out as I stride toward my office. “And I’m going with you to this little going-away party you decided to not tell me about.”
thirty-five
. . .
