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I knew I could have said so much more to Harlow and I am sure she could have said so much more to me, but what was the point? So many wasted years have passed and for what? We were both always stubborn as mules but I am glad she made the first move.
Settling back in the booth, Conrad talks about his day and what his plans are for the weekend and I just listen, but my eyes are pinned to Riggs. It doesn’t matter how much I try and pay attention; Riggs is just too damn distracting.
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RIGGS
I would be lying if I said I wasn’t relieved when I saw Harlow and Aspen walking back hand-in-hand. The boys had a bet going that they would end up fighting. The girls were inseparable before everything went down, but I am glad that they got whatever was needed sorted.
I drain the rest of the glass and hit it down on the table with a little more force than intended.
“I’ll be back in a bit,” I grunt as I stand up and slide out of the booth and towards the corridor that leads to the restroom. The memories of having Aspen pinned up against this wall flood me and all I can think about is tasting her again. The one time wasn’t enough, it will never be enough. Pushing through the door, I go about my business then wash my hands when I see Conrad walk in. My eyes pin to him and I give a low scoff as he walks behind me and stands at the urinals. Drying my hands with the paper towel, I throw it in the bin at the other side of the restroom and then run my fingers through my hair. Fuck, it was such a mess.
I try to keep myself distracted for a moment so my jealousy simmers below boiling point at being in close proximity to him. I can’t fuck up the relationship between my family and Austin’s because I want what he has.
It would be foolish and reckless.
I hear the sound of Conrad’s heavy boots drag across the tiled floor of the restroom as he stands next to me and begins lathering his hands up.
“Am I stepping on your toes at all Riggs?” his tone is not at all malicious, but it does instantly get my back up.
“Sorry?” my brows raise as I turn to face him, my eyes narrowing in on him and my lips pressing into a thin line.
“Being with Aspen? Am I stepping on your toes?” he meets my gaze as his brows sit high in his head.
“Didn’t realise you were athingto be honest buddy,” I glance away and turn to begin walking towards the exit.
“Damn, you do look pretty when you act dumb,” he chuckles, and I hear the sound of his boots thumping behind me.
I stay silent. I will not get into a scuffle with Conrad fucking Stone. He follows me into the corridor.
“Okay so I’m taking your silence as a no, that I am not stepping on your toes.” He continues and I curl my fingers into my palm, my bitten to shit nails digging into my skin. “And if that is the case, I am going to need you to back off and stop with the death glares every time we’re together, and I am really going to need you to stop breathing down our necks like an overbearing brother.”
“That’s fine by me.” I swallow the thickness down. “It won’t be an issue and you’re not stepping on my toes. Aspen doesn’t belong to me.”
Why have I got to lie.
I’m a fucking idiot.
“That’s great. I’m going to slip outta here now anyway; going to take her down to the look-out point at Crooked Valley, lay her on the bed of my truck and watch the stars if you know what I mean,” and he fucking belly chuckles.
He may as well be waving a damn red flag before my eyes because I see red like a raging bull. I turn quickly, wrapping my fingers around his throat as I smash his back against the wall and tighten my grip, my eyes volleying back and forth between his and do you know what this cunt does? He fucking smirks at me.
“I fucking knew it man,” he laughs, and I loosen my grip in an instant, my eyes widening. “Damn, you’re so easy to wind up, but even easier to prove you wrong.” I drop my hand from his throat as if his skin has just scalded my palm as Conrad continues laughing, shaking his head, his eyes cast down. I watch as he pushes through the door and back out to where Aspen is sitting.
Shit.
CHAPTERNINETEEN
ASPEN
My fingers drum on the table as I eye the door to where Riggs and Conrad disappeared into approximately—I cast my eyes down at my watch—eleven minutes and fifteen seconds ago.
What if Riggs is telling him about what happened? What if Conrad is antagonising Riggs?
I nibble on my bottom lip when I see the door go and Conrad walks out smiling from ear to ear looking like the damn cat that got the cream. It unnerves me and makes my tummy do an anxious flip.
He slows when he approaches our table, cups his hand round my cheek and turns my face up towards him as his lips hover over mine.
