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“But what if it is? What if it’s awkward?”
“You mean more awkward than this conversation?”
“There are a lot of things more awkward than this conversation.” She rolls her eyes. We stand outside of her apartment building. As we walk inside, Marcus looks toward the sofa in the seating area. His eyes dart back and forth. I see someone stand up from the sofa.
“Wren,” he says as he stands up and jams his hands in his pockets.
“Shane,” she says. This time, instead of pushing me away, she slides beneath my arm and wraps her arm around my waist. “What are you doing here?”
“I was hoping we could talk.”
“About what?” she asks, her voice innocent, but she’s stiff as a board pressed against me.
“I saw the tabloids, and I thought…I thought maybe we should talk.”
“About what?” she asks again. She holds the back of my shirt tightly in her fist.
“Can we talk alone?” he asks. His eyes jump from me to her and back.
She looks up at me. “What do you think?”
I think, fuck no, he can’t talk to my girlfriend. “Do you want to talk to him?” I ask her.
She shrugs. “I don’t really see a reason to. Do you?”
I kiss her forehead, a warmth spreading through me that I didn’t expect.
She turns back to Shane. “This is my boyfriend, Mick. Mick, this is Shane.”
I extend my hand, even though it’s the last thing I want to do.
“I made a mistake,” Shane suddenly blurts out.
She clutches my shirt even tighter. “What do you mean?”
“Kathy. She was a mistake.”
“Then you should set her free,” Wren rushes to say. “Does she know you’re here?”
“Of course not.”
“Set her free, Shane.” She heaves a sigh. “She deserves better than this.”
I agree. Even if she did cheat with Wren’s boyfriend, the mystery woman deserves better than this.
“She deserves someone who loves her,” Wren says. She looks up at me. “Everyone deserves someone who can love them.”
He snorts. “So, you think you’re in love?” he asks. “With him?”
She shakes her head, and it startles me. “No, Shane. I know I’m in love with him. I don’t think it. I know it. And you know the best part about it? I don’t have to worry about where he’s sticking his dick when he’s not with me.” She looks up at me, a grin tugging at the corners of her lips. “Mick, when you’re not with me, do I have to worry about where you’re sticking your dick?”
“I’m not sticking my dick anywhere.” I lean down and whisper in her ear. “Honestly, I’d be happy to stick it wherever you tell me, as long as it’s in you.”
She laughs and presses her face against my chest. “You’re such a sweetie.”
“Hell, if I’d known reserving my dick for you was all it would take…” I shrug and try to look innocent.
“You’re a fucking bitch,” Shane suddenly snarls. He takes a step toward Wren, so I shove her behind me.
