Page 67 of His End Game


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He nods.

I’m sorry, I mouth, and he shrugs and climbs out and closes the door.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I shriek.

“Since you said it wasn’t a date, it’s not like I’m interrupting much, is it?”

His audacity has my blood boiling.

“Leo,” I warn.

“Okay, fine. I don’t want you going out with the prospect.”

And there it is… the words I’ve been longing to hear, but I’m not letting him off that easily.

“Why?”

He goes quiet and his response isn’t as fast as I’d hoped.

“We have a deal,” he says, and I can hear the shrug to go with it.

“You’re not here, Leo.”

“I’m well a-fuckin’-ware,” he grinds out.

“And you’re the one who said if I felt different—”

“So you like him?”

“I don’t know. We haven’t even shared a drink yet,” I bite out.

He goes quiet again and I want to scream.

“So, it’s like that, huh?”

“It’s not like anything.”

This man confuses me, ignites me… he does everything to me and I’m at the point of imploding. He can make me feel alive but dead at other times.

“I’ll tell you what… you do what you’ve gotta do but I don’t want him at the cabin or around my kid. I’ll see you at our next visit.”

The call ends and I sit momentarily stunned. I’m angry. I’m confused. I’m feeling far too much to get myself together enough to enjoy a drink with anyone, let alone Shane. The asshole knew exactly what he was doing.

When Shane climbs back into the truck, I hand him his phone and ask him to take me home.

He doesn’t argue and I get the hint he was expecting it. I go to apologise when he stops outside the cabin, but he holds his hand up before I can open my mouth.

“You don’t have to say anything. A beautiful woman like you… I should’ve known you were already taken.”

“I’m not already taken, but it is a mess. I’m so sorry if you feel like I led you on. It was never my intention.”

“Hey, seriously, no sweat. Just know I’m always around if you wanna talk. You still look sad, but I now know it’s not me who’s meant to make you smile.”

My guilt intensifies and I escape the truck. I let myself into the cabin before kicking my heels off and running up the stairs to my room.

Grabbing my night shorts and a tee, I lock myself in the bathroom and scrub off my makeup and wash out my curls in the shower.

I wait for the tears to come, but they don’t. Shane was a gentleman and Leo was an asshole. Why the fuck am I more attracted to the asshole? More importantly, why I do feel so pathetic?

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