Page 49 of Wild Blades

There is nothing to tell. I’m not screwing with you. All I have is a sore head today and nothing else.

Changing the course of the conversation, I steer them away from jibes involving Wade.

ME:

Where are you two?

JOY:

We’re having brunch with Ezra and Myles at Casper’s. Come join us.

ME:

I’ve already made plans.

ELLIS:

With whom, doing what?

JOY:

Does it involve Wade?

ME:

I’m ending this conversation. Have fun.

Then I text back with what I forgot to tell them last night.

ME:

I’m skipping the next three Fridays. My schedule is slammed.

ELLIS:

Make sure you add Wade into your schedule.

ME:

It’s all Wade, but NOT like that.

JOY:

Don’t work too hard.

ELLIS:

Try having some fun… please?

ME:

I’ll try. x

Placing my phone back on the nightstand, I cast my gaze around Wade’s suite.

Surrounded by his intoxicating scent, my head swims from his beautiful gestures that are sitting in his bathroom, hanging up in his wardrobe along with his words…I think you’re really beautiful.

Who are you really, Wade Collins?

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