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“Fury has recalled all outside chapters to their homes other than Florida. He has half his men here, and they’re planning something,” Irish said in a low voice.
Slick straightened. “Any idea what?” he demanded.
“Nope. Grunt says it is big, and only a selected few are involved. He’s not one of them, which means he can’t get me info. Keep your eyes open and warn your allies.”
“When is it?”
“Within the next week. I’ve a bad feeling about this, Slick. It’s not like Fury to close down the information pipeline. The asshole likes to brag. The fact he ain’t now means he suspects a spy, or it’s huge what he’s planning,” Irish said.
“Okay. Thanks for the warning. Is that it?” Slick asked, watching her eyes.
“Yup.”
“Why ya come in person? This shit you could have given me over the phone. You wanted to see me, didn’t you?” Slick taunted.
Anger flashed on Irish’s face. And Slick grew hard. He loved that temper of hers. He reached forward, grabbed a handful of her jacket, and yanked her towards him. Sick didn’t give her a chance to argue as his mouth descended, and he kissed the fuck out of her.
Irish responded with her usual abandon. Inside, Slick smirked. Irish wanted him, despite her denials.
His skin prickled as if someone were watching him, and Slick broke the kiss off.
Standing on the corner where the Greek deli stood was Summer. She carried a bag in one hand, and her other covered her mouth. The look on Summer’s face slayed him. She looked betrayed. Tears formed in her eyes as he held her gaze, and then she spun on the spot and raced off.
“Summer!” Slick bellowed, taking two steps, and then he remembered Irish. He turned back to her and found her watching, expressionless.
“That is why we aren’t gonna happen. You’re totally in love with her, and I ain’t no fucker’s replacement.”
Before Slick could reply, Irish revved her bike and sped off.
Summer
The tears kept falling even as I dashed them away. I couldn’t believe what I had seen. Slick had been kissing that girl, and it was clear they had history by the way their bodies had pressed together. Horror and resignation had hit me. What the two witches had been saying was the truth. I wasn’t enough for a man like Slick, and it hurt. Shit, we’d split up two weeks ago, and he had already moved on. Meanwhile, I was a total sap, grieving what I’d lost in bed and crying.
What a sheer idiot I’d been. Too innocent, too nice, too naïve. Yeah, I bet the two witches had been laughing the entire time I’d been with him. It stung so badly to think he had been playing a different game to me. I was such a damn pushover and fool. Mom had been right. I was boring and destined to be with a fat, ugly, roly-poly guy like Denton Smithers down the road from us. He was as unattractive as they came, but he’d made it clear he was interested in me. That was the type of man I should be with, not someone like Slick.
I kept wiping tears from my eyes as I drove to Uncle Brians and tried to calm myself down. If he saw me like this, he wouldblow a fuse. After several deep, calming breaths, I finally got control back and stopped crying. The pain was a solid lump in my gut, but I could ignore it for now.
The manager was at the garden centre, so I could send them a text after lunch, telling them I’d had an emergency appointment come through. Then I could go home and cry.
On second thoughts, the two witches would be there. I’d visit Dad and talk shit out with him. There would be nobody to judge my tears then. If anyone saw me, they’d think I was grieving. And being around Dad’s grave, while upsetting, was comforting. It was all I had left of him. And right now, I needed my dad.
Slick
He ran across the street for his bike. Drake lifted an eyebrow from where he stood and had clearly seen everything.
“Damn fool!” Drake bellowed as Slick swung a leg over and chased after Summer. There was only one place Summer would be heading: the garden centre. Slick raced through the streets, a sense of urgency driving him. He needed to explain, although what he was explaining, Slick didn’t know.
Without a doubt, he loved Summer, but he also loved Irish. And today, he had hurt both ladies. Slick could not stand the thought of Summer believing he was cheating on her. Slick was in a position he never thought he’d find himself in. Loving two women and not sure who to choose. He couldn’t see life without Summer, even though he’d been trying to force that on himself. But he needed Irish’s fire and darkness. What a fuckin’ mess.
Slick pulled up at the garden centre and searched for Summer’s beat-up car. It wasn’t there. But that did not mean she hadn’t parked it elsewhere. He marched in and found a member of staff who informed him she wasn’t there. That didn’t soothehim at all. When he asked where Summer was, he got a blank look and was told her whereabouts due to company policy were private.
Slick left with a growl and stormed back to his bike. He dialled Mac.
“Track me Summer’s phone,” Slick demanded as soon as Mac answered.
“Good afternoon, too, asshole,” Mac snorted.
Slick went to reply, but he heard Mac’s fingers on his keyboard. He bit his tongue as Mac searched for Summer.
