Page 112 of Revival

“Go ahead and get cleaned up. I’ll get rid of him.”

Cortney hesitates, clutching her pants at her naked waist. “You aren’t going to hit him, are you?”

I chuckle softly and press a soft kiss to her forehead. I run my palms up and down over her arms. “Gorgeous, I think what we just did hurts more than any punch, don’t you?”

She bites her lip and grins.

“Go get cleaned up.” I lift my chin and tuck myself back into my pants. Once she’s safely behind the bathroom door, I exit the garage.

“I should sue you,” the ex spits from his spot beside the door. His arms are crossed over a perfectly pressed polo, and his khaki pants look spotless.

“You must be a lawyer.”

“What makes you say that?”

I scribble down my initials in our log and grab his keys from the drawer at my waist.

“You have no problem screwing people over on your terms, but when karma comes knocking, you’re the first to scream lawsuit.”

His pinched face turns into a shocked one when I toss his keys his way. He bounces them once before closing them in his grip. “Who have I screwed over?”

I glower at the prick. “You tried to screw Cortney with that honeymoon con you pulled. You wanted to ruin the trip she had a lot of money invested in, and for what? Your own bruised ego and a tax write-off? You could have put her in real danger.”

“Seems like I did.”

“Luckily not, because I stepped in once I heard you and your shitty friends talking about all the fun things they could try to do with her on that trip.”

“They’re harmless.”

Rage surges through my system, flexing my fingers into a solid fist. “You don’t ever put a woman in a position where she has to defend herself from strange men.”

The notes say he already paid for his oil change, so I set down my pencil and cross my arms over my chest. He needs to get gone and it needs to be before Cortney gets back.

“So what? This was some grand scheme to get back at me?”

“She didn’t realize that was your car until you walked in, but even if she did, I was the one who wasn’t stopping.” At the mention of the car, I round the desk and head back into the garage.

“Why do you care so much about a piece of ass?” He follows after me at a steady clip.

“Consider it my refund,” I mutter, not about to indulge him with the true feelings I hold for his ex. I rip open the back driver’s door.

“What the fuck?” he snaps.

I find Cortney’s thong on the floor. Straightening, I flash it at him before tucking it into my pocket. “Sorry, man. You’ll have to fuel your fantasies with your own imagination.”

“You’re sick.”

“And you’re a dead man if you ever speak to her again. Forget her name. Forget her face. She doesn’t exist for you anymore, and if that’s going to be a problem, you’re going to have to deal with me.”

He waves his hand erratically at the bay door. “Let me out of here then.”

I slap the switch. “Gladly.”

He swipes his angry eyes through me again before climbing into his car and starting the engine.

But before he drives away, he rolls down all four windows.

“Spencer Stone, wipe that grin off your face before I do it for you.”

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