Page 47 of Chandelier Sin
“We get them out,” I snapped. “No one gets left behind. We do everything we can. Are we in agreement?”
Ruefully, they nodded.
“Go on, Atticus,” encouraged Cameron.
His way of inviting me to challenge my best friend.
I turned toward Jake. “We have to talk.”
He probably thought this was about Stella.
“What happened between you and Lance?” I watched him carefully.
“Last night?”His jaw tightened. “Who told you?”
I cringed. “It’s true? You let that fucker rile you up? That’s insanity.”
He shifted uncomfortably. “When I got home, Lance was at my place.”
Cameron looked surprisingly serene. “What the hell was Rylee thinking?”
“You didn’t call to tell me this?” I asked. “I need to know this shit.”
Cameron studied him. “Rylee had sex with him.”
Jake’s expression turned dark.
“He’s a wily bastard,” said Cameron. “What happened? After you found him in your home, having fucked your wife?”
“Seriously?” Jake cringed.
Jake threw me athanks buddy for telling themglare.“We argued.”
“Lance riled you up on purpose,” said Cameron.
No shit.
“How did you hear about it?” asked Jake.
I was about to tell him Rylee had come over to my place when something caught my eye.
Stella was making a beeline forourtable.
The atmosphere turned sensual fast.
She leaned forward and offered something to Jake. He reached out and took it from her. Stella’s panties, I assumed. He tucked them into his jacket pocket.
“For you, sir,” she said.
She reached for her hem.
Cameron snapped a command. “We’re in the middle of something.”
“Listen, beautiful,” said Jake. “You did well. Now return to your table.”
Her face was red, with that blush clawing her neck; she’d frozen, unsure.
“Tomorrow night,” Jake told her. “I’ll come to Dorchester House.”
