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No. No, no, no.
First Devon. Now Logan?
“The hell you are,” I spit, reeling back.
Taylor at least has the decency to look guilty, but it’s not enough. Not even close. “We just figured—” he starts, but I cut him off with a sharp, humorless laugh.
“You figured? You figured you’d ambush me with every goddamn ghost from my past all in one day?”
Devon snorts. “Should we call you Scrooge?”
That’s it.
I pounce, but before I can drive my fist into Devon’s cocky fucking face, Christian jumps between us and grabs me.
“Hey, hey! Jesus, Salem, chill.”
“I will not chill!”
Devon doesn’t even flinch. The bastard just grins wider. “Love me a feisty redhead.”
My vision blurs at the edges, turning everything red. “I swear to God—”
Taylor slams the door in Devon’s face, shutting him out. “Salem, listen. I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d react like this.”
“You mean like a rational fucking person who doesn’t want to go on a road trip with her ex-boyfriend and her ex… whatever the fuck he is?”
“Technically, Logan’s your husband,” Devon calls through the closed door. “And everyone in that room with you is also your ex-whatever.”
I thrash again in Christian’s arms, sinking my teeth into his wrist until he releases me.
“Ouch, fucking goblin!” He shakes out his hand before pointing a finger at Tay. “You made this mess, cabrón. Now clean it. I’m going to sit with Arya in the RV.”
Once he leaves with Devon, Taylor and I square off, circling each other while I fight the urge to knock him out. Tears prick my eyes, but I blink them away.
For the first time in the ten years I’ve known him, I think I could actually hate Taylor’s guts. Every terrible decision I’ve ever made has come back to haunt me at precisely the same time, and this asshole expects me to just…roll with it?
“You crossed a fucking line,” I hiss, my voice shaking.
Taylor’s jaw tightens. “We need all the help we can get, Salem. Christian and I can’t do this on our own.”
A scoff leaves my throat as I cross my arms. “What the hell am I? Chopped liver?”
“You’re our marketing manager,” he says quietly, stepping closer to rest his hands on my shoulders. “And our photographer. Arya is our cheerleader and hype girl. Now we’ll have Dev to help with loading and unloading, maintenance, whatever else we need. If we can get Logan on board, we’ll have our business manager.”
“If? He hasn’t agreed yet?”
Tay shifts uncomfortably, licking his lips. “That’s part of why we’re going to get him. Huckslee says no one’s heard from him since Matty and Xed got married.”
I knock his hands away with wide eyes. “Taylor, that was months ago.”
Honestly, I haven’t even talked to Logan since the morning after I got drunk and married him in Vegas. Where he fucking left me.
“I know.” Tay turns away, closing the lid of my suitcase before zipping it up. “He needs us, Sal. So, let’s get a move on. We’ve got a kidnapping to execute.”
Chapter
Three
