“That bitch keeps getting lucky, huh.”
Reece shuddered, carrying his bags into the kitchen. “Well, it was unexpected. He was just being Harrison.”
“Giving you more of his shitty-ass clothes?”
“No. He was coming onto me this time.” Reece swallowed, placing the phone on the counter after putting the call on speaker so he could put away his groceries.
Nick was silent for more than a minute. Long enough to make Reece begin worrying.
“Don’t worry, Nicky. I told him to leave me alone and even told him I’d tell you… I hope that’s okay, I just—”
“That’s exactly what you needed to tell his ass.”
“He’s just got some issues…”
“Don’t you fuckin’ take up for him. Did he touch you?”
Reece swallowed. He didn’t want to lie to Nick but he didn’t want to answer that truthfully either.
“Reece.”
“D-don’t use my name like that unless you’re mad.”
“No problem because I’m fuckin’ pissed. Tell me what he did right now. Be specific.”
“O-oh, well… Oh no… Um… Oh, these groceries won’t put themselves away…”
“Fine, don’t fuckin’ tell me. I know all I need to know anyway.”
“Stop it, Nicky. You have a reputation to worry about. And a lot of eyes on you. You can’t go getting in trouble over someone like Harrison.”
“Please. We both know who you’re really worried about here.”
“I don’t want you to kill him and get in trouble just because he grabbed my ass.”
Silence again.
“Wait—Nicky, that wasn’t—”
“He’s dead.”
“You can’t… Stop it. It was so quick, and I hit him in the ribs after.”
“You really think that’s gonna cut it right now?”
“What will cut it?”
“Nothing until I get my hands on him, but you can tell me something good for now.”
Something good… “I dreamt of you last night.”
“Yeah? A dirty dream?”
“No! Well…”
“Mmhmm.” Nick chuckled. “I’ll take care of that soon, too. Just wait for me, Kitten.”
“I’ll wait for you, Nicky.”
