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“Stop promising me a good time and taking it back!”

I growl and drag him into my lap, kissing him to shut him up. And only for that reason. Only. “You’ve been a pain in my side ever since I met you. This doesn’t mean you win. I was weak and horny.” I’m lying through my ass, and we both know it.

“So you’re saying I just have to wait until you’re weak and horny again?”

“Is that any way to speak to your boss?”

“Maybe not.” He nuzzles me. “But seems appropriate for my ex-boyfriend’s fiancé.”

I groan. “Please don’t remind me that he had sex with you.”

It kills me that Ian got to have Rush in all those ways. The jealousy from the cheating is quickly being replaced by the jealousy of him getting to have Rush first.

Rush pouts. “But I have to remember. How is that fair?” Then, he grabs my jaw and tilts it up toward him, lips hovering over mine. “Maybe when you’re weak and horny next … you can help me take the memories away.”

Chapter 18

Rush

Going from a night with Hunter to a night of sitting in a restaurant waiting on Ian doesn’t feel like it should be allowed. Firstly, I’m early. In what universe that could ever possibly happen while Ian is running late, I’ll never know, but all I can think of is the time I’ve spent with Hunter and how viciously I want to make things right for him.

I need to play this cool. Take emotions out. And hope like hell that Molly never finds out about this because he might be made of sunshine, but Seven’s not, and Molly would be all too happy to sic him on me.

I’m not convinced that explaining this is for a good, perfectly reasonable, completely vengeful reason would be enough to protect me.

But I’m here anyway.

Because Hunter deserves it. And Ian deserves to eat mud.

Ooops, better get those thoughts off my face.

I’m a second away from assuming he’s stood me up when he walks in, looking as expensively breathtaking as always. I’d been impressed by him in the same way I’m impressed by Hunter. Men like that own the world. They’re comfortable in it because they know it’s for them. But now that I do know Hunter, I can recognize the differences between them.

Hunter is confident.

Ian is cocky.

He doesn’t impress me anymore.

His speckled green eyes fall on me as he approaches, and I remind myself to be timid. Sad. I have to consciously rearrange my face, but thankfully, I have a lot of experience when it comes to mimicking emotions and actually showing it. I feel things deeply. Inside. Those things don’t often explode from me on the surface, so to make people more comfortable, I put effort into displaying what they want to see.

And what Ian wants to see is a hurt little lamb who misses him.

I miss him like my umbilical cord.

“Rush,” he says softly as he reaches me. He pulls his chair out with a scrape that scratches my brain, and I tuck my hands under the table, ready to prick my palm with my nail if I need to.

“Hey …”

“I’m so glad you met up with me. Fuck, I’ve missed you. So much.”

“Ah, okay …” I toss my salad of a brain for a proper response. “I mean, I’ve missed you. Obviously. I’m … hurt. Confused.”

“I know, baby, I know.” He holds his hand out over the table and opens it, waiting for me to slot mine into the space. I know what I’m supposed to do, but it’s giving me images of touching moldy cheese, and I can’t give him what he wants.

“I think … I need an explanation.”

His sigh is short and impatient. “It was a mess. I’ve been a mess for a long time. You saved me, Rush.”

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