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"It was fine."
Which means it wasn't. "What did he do now?"
If I didn't like Lilly's shadow so much, or if he wasn't always armed to the teeth like his boss, I would beat his pretty mug in one of these days.
"I don't want to talk about it. He…he was his usual self." She sighs.
It's a complete mystery to me why Marcus treats Den the way he does. Yes, they didn't have the best of starts, given the fact that he manhandled her onto the jet in LA and basically had to hold her down the entire flight to Virginia, but still. He's a cool dude but a major dick to Den. I wonder if Lilly and Rhys know.
"Tell me about blondie. You never elaborated on what I walked in on last week." She doesn't sound smug or condescending, just curious. Den knows about pretty much all the girls I've hooked up with over the years. She's taken Rhys's place when it comes to guy talk, which is another reason I love her to death. Despite what almost happened between us, she is my best friend and only my best friend. She is hot as hell, and I'm sure the sex would've been phenomenal, but in the end, we wouldn't have worked out as a couple. We are too much alike and probably would've killed each other in the first six months—figuratively speaking.
"I don't want to talk about it." I throw her statement back at her and hear an intake of breath on the other end. "What?"
"You're serious about her?" Her shock is audible.
Am I?
"I have no clue, D." I pause before adding, "There is a lot I still have to figure out."
On so many levels.
"Wes?"
"Yes?"
"If she hurts you, I will hunt her down and shave her pretty blonde hair. And I will bring G with me," Den deadpans.
I puff out my chest, not that my friend sees it. "You would need half of G's team to take King down."
"What does that mean?" Alarm rings in her voice. Shit.
"Nothing. Just…" I need to get off this call before I say something I shouldn't or may regret. "Listen, D, I'll call you this weekend, okay? I gotta go."
"Practice is over for the day, where are you—? Oh." She halts herself. "Okay, call me Saturday. I'm flying back to New York on Sunday."
"K. Love you, BK."
"Fuck you, Sheats." After a beat of silence, she continues, "Love you, too."
I getto King's at 11:16 p.m.
It's getting too cold for my bike, and with the possibility of snow any day, I decide to take the 4Runner. I never took my spiked tires off in the spring. I simply switched to riding my bike everywhere.
If we need a car, I drive with Kai or take his Rover. He couldn't care less.
She sits on the front porch and immediately gets up when I stop in front of her driveway, dusting her jeans off. She's still wearing the same pair as earlier but changed out of her work shirt. Instead, she's covered in a fitted black hoodie and a leather jacket.
Wes Junior enjoys the outfit as well and instantly stands at attention. Though, King could wear a white bedsheet with cutout holes for the eyes, and I would have a raging hard-on in zero point three seconds. After all, there could be a chance of her being naked underneath.
When she pulls the passenger door open and slides in, I slant my head. "Are we going somewhere?"
She gives me an apologetic smile. "Yes. Mags got into it with Grizz. You don't want to be in there."
"What's their deal?" I've noticed their…dynamic, and it's more fucked up than Den and Marcus's.
"I wish I knew. She won't talk about it." King purses her lips. "Can we hang out at your place?" She quickly adds, "I can drive myself so you don't have to bring me back later."
"Do you really think you will sleep alone tonight?" I let the question hang because it's clear what I'm insinuating.
