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“That’s not true,” I insisted.
“See!” He threw his hands up in frustration, all humor gone as he glared at me. “You just have to be contrary. Look, I know you think I’m some self-absorbed asshole, and yeah, maybe back when we first met, I was. But fuck, Seamus, I was just trying to get your attention.”
“You had my attention,” I admitted. I dropped my gaze to my hand where I rolled the whiskey bottle between my fingers. I hadn’t really meant to admit that out loud.
“Well why didn’t you say so?” he whispered, sliding off the bed to kneel on the floor next to me.
“Because I didn’t want to give you the satisfaction,” I teased, turning to meet his gaze. “And much like a dog chasing a car…I had no idea what I would do if I caught you.”
“Well, I have a few ideas.” He reached out and cupped my jaw in his palm, his face slowly moving toward mine.
Without any thought behind it, I felt myself moving toward him as well, my eyelids fluttering closed as my heart began to pound in my chest. After all these years…I was finally going to kiss Max Browning.
Chapter Eight
~Max~
I was a fraction of an inch away from Cookie’s mouth when someone pounded on the door, making us both jump and pull away from each other.
“It’s Raptor!” Everest yelled from the hallway. “Open the fucking door.”
I huffed out an irritated sigh as I got to my feet and went to let him in.
“Stinks like sex in here,” Raptor teased as he pushed past me to enter.
“Yeah, I paid extra for that,” I told him, rolling my eyes.
Jesus Christ, could he have any possible worse timing? I looked past him toward Seamus, who was staring back at me, and I realized that yeah…Rap could have picked a worse time. But I was still pissed.
“You boys ready to get the fuck out of here?” Raptor asked. “I’ve got a motorcade downstairs waiting to take you back to the White House.”
“Great,” Cookie said, getting to his feet. “I don’t suppose you brought a shirt in addition to a car?”
“Why the hell would I bring a shirt?” Raptor asked, then he raked his gaze over Cookie. “Hey, why aren’t you wearing a shirt?”
“Because I got shot,” Cookie answered, rolling his eyes. “Mine is covered in blood.”
“Take my jacket,” I said, grabbing it from where I’d tossed it onto the bed earlier and handing it to Cookie. “I’m going to grab the stuff from the bathroom. Probably not wise to leave your DNA laying around.”
“What have you boys been up to in here?” Raptor asked, grinning at me.
“Don’t be gross,” I said, but I couldn’t help laughing anyway. As much as I would have liked to have seen where things might have gone with Seamus, I was actually glad to be getting out of that room. There was work to do and I didn’t come in to be a babysitter. Or a medic.
I bagged up the rest of the trash, tossing Seamus’ ruined shirt and coat in the bag with everything else, and we followed Raptor downstairs and into the waiting car.
“What else is going on?” Seamus asked as the SUV took off toward the White House. “Clearly something happened. Zane seemed fine leaving us there indefinitely, so if he sent you something else must be going on.”
“They ID’d the driver Diesel took out,” Raptor answered.
“The guy who was going to blow up the stadium?” I clarified.
“Yeah…” Raptor trailed off, his gaze turning to look out the window as the fingers on both of his hands clenched where they rested on his thighs.
“Dude, what’s going on?” Cookie asked.
“Scout knew him,” Raptor admitted.
“How?” I asked, though I was pretty sure I already knew what the answer was going to be.
