Page 55 of Whiskey Wednesdays

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

I let out an involuntary sigh and wrapped my arms around him. “I shouldn’t have hung up on you.”

Mikael raised his hand. “Does this mean we won’t be finishing the game? Because I really want to win.”

Connor’s jaw flexed, but I squeezed him until he grunted.

“This will just take a minute.” I sat back down and drew my resource cards based on my roll. Then I laid down a couple ofroads, built another settlement, and counted up my points. “I win. We’re done.”

Jackson groaned. “I fucking hate this game.”

Mikael threw down his cards. “I think the term you use in Poker is card shark.”

“Don’t be a sore loser. It was close.” I leaned back in my chair and put my hands behind my head.

Mikael eyed me. “That doesn’t make me feel better,vännen.”

Titus sipped his beer. “Well done,choux. You okay to go with Connor?”

Connor pointed at them. “I don’t like you fuckers having pet names for her.”

They both grinned.

I rolled my eyes and turned to Titus. “I’ll come by and pick up the games and the rest of my stuff later. Thank you. This turned out way better than I’d hoped. Except maybe the end.” I glanced at Connor. Then I grabbed my backpack and turned to the other players who were blatantly eavesdropping. “That was fun, guys. See you all on Monday.”

Several called out farewells. Connor took my backpack and slung it over his shoulder.

I looked at him. “I can carry it.”

He put his hand on the small of my back as we walked outside. “I know. I didn’t see your car outside. How’d you get here?”

“Jackson picked me up.”

“Good.” He opened the passenger door of his Range Rover, and I got in. Before shutting it, he leaned over me. “You and I are going to have a long talk. I’m done fucking around.”

He slammed the car door and walked around to the driver's side before I could argue.

Chapter 15

Connor drove to my apartment. He told me he’d just flown in from Vancouver, but we didn’t say much else on the drive over.

Butterflies erupted in my stomach when we pulled into the complex. We walked in, and I turned on the living room lamp.

Connor folded his arms and looked around. “This place is just as depressing at night.”

My back went up and I started walking toward the kitchen. “If it’s so depressing, you don’t need to stay. Tell Elodie I’ll see her at my dad’s house this weekend.”

He moved in front of me and put his hands on my shoulders. “Not until we talk.”

I poked him in the chest. “You can’t tell me one minute you want a relationship, then disappear without a word. Then show up again and be a rude asshole.”

He studied me, then slowly pulled me into him. “You’re right. It’s been a stressful few days, and I took it out on you. But when I heard you and Titus were throwing a party together–”

“It wasn’t a party.”

He pulled back and smirked. “Excuse me, a team building, potluck, game, whatever-the-fuck night. Not really sure what the difference is, but I’ll take your word for it, eh?”

My lips twitched, and I poked him again.

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