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“I really fucking doubt it,” I said under my breath. What I was thinking about was my time as a hockey player, how I could sweep by and clothesline Mark Windham in the span of a few moments and he’d be none the wiser.
I went back to my office before I did something that might get a lawsuit thrown at me, slamming the office door and immediately calling Magda.
I didn’t think that she’d pick up, but after the fifth or sixth ring, she did, her voice sounding hoarse as if she’d been sleeping.
I wilted a little. Maybe she reallywasn’tfeeling well.
I drew in a breath through my nostrils and out through my mouth to calm down the adrenaline racing through my veins. Adrenaline mixed with jealousy, if I was honest with myself.
“You left the office before I could get your help with the prenup. Can I email it to you?”
Magda paused. “I don’t think so, Mr. Brentwood.”
Mr. Brentwood? She hadn’t called me that outside of teasing me in forever.
“What do you mean?” I asked, frowning.
“I mean that I have plans this evening,” she said shortly, and I squeezed my eyes shut, angry, fuming.
“I don’t care about your plans,” I snapped. “This is the job, and you don’t just work a nine-to-five, Riley. There’s a reason we pay you salary.”
“Well, my boss sent me home, so maybe you should take it up with him,” she spat back, her voice harsh.
I knew that my voice was harsh, too, but I couldn’t help it. I was angry and jealous, and I hated the idea of her going out with that snake Mark Windham.
“What kind of plans?” I asked.
“Not that it’s any of your business, but I have a date,” she said simply, and I wanted to throw my phone. So, Mark hadn’t been just talking shit, then. She was really going out with him.
“With Mark fucking Windham?” I asked.
“How the hell did you know that?” she asked.
“Because he’s been telling the whole office!” I burst out.
Magda scoffed. “I’m sure it wasn’t like that.”
She was right, it wasn’t like he was bragging out loud to everyone, but he might as well have been. I didn’t like the look on his face when he talked about her, that was for sure. It wasn’t just jealousy, either. I knew what kind of man Mark was, and I didn’t want Magda dating him for a variety of reasons.
“He’s not a good guy, Magda,” I said, hoping that she would hear that I was genuine.
“Are you jealous, Roarke?” she asked, but it didn’t sound teasing, more curious.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said back.
“Good, because you have absolutely no right to say anything about who I’m dating,” she snapped.
What the hell did that mean? Before I could respond, she heaved a deep sigh.
“Leave the prenup until tomorrow morning. I’ll finish it up then.”
“Magda—” I started, but I was met with silence on the line. She had hung up.
I threw my phone across the room, shattering the screen and cursing.
MAGDA
The datewith Mark went as well as it could, given my mood, but I just really wasn’t that into it. I kept telling myself that it wasn’t because of Roarke, that it was just that Mark was such a gentleman and I appreciated a little more bite from my men.
