Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 119212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 596(@200wpm)___ 477(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 596(@200wpm)___ 477(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
He nodded. “It does.” And his hands slid down my sides, rounding to my back, and he pulled me flush up against him. “Since we’re here and we’re alone, wanna stay a bit?”
I’d almost forgotten we were in a nightclub. That said volumes right there.
“Yeah.”
He pulled me over and we sat in the back booth. As if they’d been watching, giving us privacy, a staff member came in then to check on us. She brought us waters. As soon as she left, he lifted me up so I was on his lap.
We sat like that, not talking.
There weren’t words for how good this felt.
I wasn’t just stepping inside from the cold here. I was inside and there was a fire, and I was getting handed hot chocolate with marshmallows. It was that kind of feeling, and sometime later, I relaxed so much against him that he was cradling me in his arms. My back was to his chest. I was watching the play of lights on the ceiling, and my legs had fallen to the side of his.
I felt like I was in a trance, like where you inhale happiness and contentment, and it filled you up from the inside out. I was so calm that I was breathing out peace and tranquility. It was a trip, the whole thing, and I knew then that I was fucked.
I just didn’t have it in me to care.
* * *
From: Koala Boy
To: Cheychey
Subject: I broke up with Monica.
From: Cheychey
To: Koala Boy
Subject: Need me to hurt her? I know a Herb who has a vicious dog.
From: Koala Boy
To: Cheychey
Subject: You’re joking, right?
From: Cheychey
To: Koala Boy
Subject: Dude.
27
Cut
Two days later, I was leaving the locker room when Cassie popped out from the PT room. “Margo wants to see you.”
I frowned. Margo was the Mustangs’ owner, one of them. She and her husband owned the team together, but Marcus was usually off doing business around the world. Margo stayed put to oversee the team, or just be on hand. She was involved with the program every day, and she never called me to her office.
“You know what about?”
She shook her head, her ponytail swishing from side to side.
I shrugged, taking my bag with me in the opposite direction.
As I passed her, Cassie shifted. Her hand came up to rest against the doorframe and she asked, “Hey, uh…”
I paused.
“Did you have fun the other night? At Bresko’s?”
It’d been a game changer for Cheyenne and me. I took her home, and she took my hand, leading me to bed with her. We slept and cuddled, but it felt good to wake up with her next to me. Last night was a repeat. I knew we needed to have a conversation about the change, but it was like she came to a different decision. She was letting me in. I was somewhat going with the flow, uneasy to upset the balance either way.
“Yeah. You and your girl looked good. You looked happy.”
She lifted up her shoulder. “I like her. We’re having fun so far.”
“Fun is good.”
“Um…”
I started to head out, but held back again.
She was biting down on her lip, her head looking down. She shifted forward, her heel lifting behind her, and she moved it back and forth in a distracted way. Then, she stopped and looked back up. “I was wrong about Cheyenne.”
“I know.”
She grinned. “Mel mentioned something about a group get-together this weekend, Sunday.”
“Yeah?”
“Is that something you’d be interested in doing?”
“What? Like you and your girl, me and Cheyenne, and …”
Cassie opened her mouth, then stopped. “I have no idea.”
“Yeah.”
She laughed. “How’d it end with those two?”
I didn’t have a clue. Chad hadn’t texted or called. I’d only been to the house to go in, get something, and I headed back out. “Who the fuck knows with those two.”
“Yeah?”
She was fishing, and as long as I’d known Cassie, I didn’t know her as a gossiper. That was telling me she was fishing for someone else. Didn’t need a hunch to know who it was, and that meant that not only the Not-Brother wasn’t sharing, but the Not-Russian must not be sharing either.
And I was starting to think in Cheyenne speak.
“I’m going to head up, find out what the boss wants.”
“Okay. Don’t forget your ice soak.”
“I won’t.” Fuck, I hated those.
Margo was in her office when I stopped in. Her door was left open, and I could hear her on the phone. I waited outside, hearing, “...I’ll run it by him, see if he’s willing or not. Okay… Okay. Sounds good. Yes. Talk to you later.”
I knocked on the door right as she looked up.
“Cutler.” Margo was one of the few who called me by my full name. She was a no-nonsense owner, and I liked that for some reason. “Come in. Can you shut the door behind you?”