Page 58 of Whiskey Wednesdays

He pulled back and looked me up and down. I could see him trying to reign in his temper and lust.

“So you can joke about your shitty apartment, but I can’t?”

I rolled up on my toes to nip his chin, then quickly stepped back. “Yep.”

Studying me carefully, he put his hands on his hips. “Bella, I want you to tell me things like this from now on.”

Gritting my teeth, I jerked my head in a reluctant nod. “Okay. Then you need to be honest with me.”

He ran his hand through his hair. “Alright, that’s fair. When you get off work tomorrow, will you come spend the weekend?”

“I was already planning to, at my dad’s house.”

“No. I want you at my house. In my bed. With me.”

“This is too fast, Connor. I need to talk to my dad, and you need to talk to Elodie.”

Connor smirked and leaned in. “You’re going too slow, honey. They’ve known what’s been happening between us long before you did. And I don’t have to hold back anymore.”

My mouth dropped open, and I gaped up at him.

He grabbed my face and kissed both my cheeks, then bit and sucked my bottom lip. “I need to go or I’ll be putting more than my tongue into that sweet, wet mouth of yours. See you tomorrow. And don’t bother packing pajamas.”

Chapter 16

My shift at the pediatric clinic seemed to crawl by. I thought about calling my dad and yelling at him for not telling me about his conversations with Connor. Then I wanted to call Connor and yell at him for talking with my dad behind my back.

My temper finally simmered down, and I grimaced at the thought of everyone, including Elodie, knowing what was happening. Even Titus had told me to never say never.

During my lunch break, I stopped in to see Molly in the hospital and took her book five in the series she was reading. She was too weak to talk very long, so I left the book and a little green frog on the table by her bed.

After my shift ended, I swung by Titus’s house to pick up the games and things I’d left there last night. Titus had just gotten home from practice.

He studied my face and didn’t mince words. “You still look frustrated and annoyed. Obviously, you two didn’t fuck last night.”

I smacked his hard shoulder. “No, we didn’t. We yelled at each other, then he kissed the crap out of me and left.”

“He’s losing his touch.”

My eyes slid away from his. “Right before he left, he told me I was sleeping at his house tonight, and don’t bother packing pajamas.”

He smirked at my embarrassment. “That sounds more like him.”

I plopped down on a barstool. “He also told me about Amelia last night.”

Titus eyed me carefully and poured a couple of glasses of water, then pushed one in front of me. “Now I know why you were yelling at each other. What exactly did he tell you?”

“He told me about how he got her pregnant, and her diagnoses. He said she can be dangerous if she’s not on her meds. Should I be worried about her?”

He cocked his head. “Worried? About your safety?”

“What? No. Worried about Elodie, and whether Amelia’s going to try and mess with her to get at Connor.”

He stared at me. “I bet he doesn’t know what to do with you after years of dealing with Amelia. And countless puck bunnies before that.”

I winced. “I think I can guess what that term means. Is that actually a thing?”

“Fuck yes, it’s a real thing. Start paying attention to some of the fans at the game and how they dress.”

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