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“Happy?”
“I am.” On cloud nine. “You?”
Her smile lights up my world. “Delighted.”
“Good, my work here is done. Next job, feed my temptress. Up you get.” I stand and get her off the floor. “Are you coming down anytime soon?”
“I’ll be five minutes...ish.”
“Ish,” I whisper, nipping her ear and smacking her bum. “Be quick.” I’m looking forward to being stuck to her for the rest of the weekend. No interruptions, no outside forces infiltrating our bubble, nothing.
I’m smiling again as I head down the stairs, but my contentment is short-lived when I arrive back at the island, my stomach dropping when I’m greeted with a text message from Mikael. “Fuck,” I whisper, reading Van Der Haus’s words—a reply to yesterday’s barrage of warnings I left on his voicemail.
Now why would I do that?
Fuck.
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I swallow,looking at the ceiling. Why should he back off? “Because I’ll be up for fucking murder if you don’t,” I growl, forgetting myself for a moment, looking over my shoulder. “Shit.” I drop my phone on the counter, losing my face in my hands. The anger is brewing. I’m keeping a lid on it, and it’s an effort, but if I release the pressure, I’m going to fucking explode, and I can’t have that while Ava’s around.
I swipe up my mobile and stalk into the laundry room, releasing a suppressed yell the moment the door’s closed behind me. “Fuck,” I hiss, my fist balling, crushing my mobile in my hand. I read the message again, like it could have morphed into a differentmessage. Anything non-threatening. Anything that’ll lessen the fury.
Nope.
He's still telling me that he’s about to ruin me. Ruin Ava. Ruinus.
I rest against the washing machine, concentrating on getting my temper under control before Ava comes down and detects something’s wrong. Sweeping a stressed hand through my hair, I check the time as my mobile rings in my hand.Sam. I take a few needed, calming breaths and answer as I leave the laundry room, going to the fridge and plucking my peanut butter from the shelf before settling back on the stool.
“Worst thing I’ve ever done,” he says, sounding fraught. It brings a small smile to my face, my own woes lifting for a moment to listen to Sam’s.
“So you did actually do it?” I ask. Interesting. I was putting my money on it being halted before Drew had a chance to make Kate privy to his famous piercing.
“Yes, we did it. And you know what?”
“What?”
“I could tell she didn’t want to, not that Drew’s not sex on legs, obviously, but because she likes me.”
I pause with my finger in my mouth. “And do you like her?”
“Don’t ask me stupid fucking questions, Jesse. Whenever have I stayed at a bird’s place? Whenever have I had lunch with one? Gone out on the town with one? Baked fucking cakes with one? Of course I like her. She’s a cool bird.”
“Don’t ever let Kate hear you call herbird.” I laugh to myself as I plunge my finger into the jar of peanut butter. He’s such a knobhead. “So she likes you but she didn’t call a halt on it, and neither did you?” And neither did Drew?
“No, and you know why, don’t you?”
“No, Sam, I don’t. This whole fucking situation is burning my brain, if you want the truth.”
“She didn’t stop it because she’s stubborn.”
I raise my brows to myself. “And why didn’t you stop it?”
“Oh, fuck off.” He hangs up on me, and I flinch, insulted.
“Charming,” I mutter, pulling up Drew’s number, worried this might cause a problem between my mates. Why the fuck didn’t Drew put a stop to it? He’s a knobhead too. He answers, sounding tired and groggy. “Where are you?” I ask.
There’s a brief silence, and I know it’s because he’s currently looking around trying to figure that out for himself. “What the fuck are you doing calling me at this time?”
