Page 137 of Wicked Games

“Yeah, you’ve always been a little shit,” Jace says affectionately.

“And a brat,” Jax adds.

“He’s not wrong,” I tell Felix.

He elbows me in the side. “Shut up,” he says as my phone vibrates in my pocket.

I pull it out and find a text from my dad.

Dad: I’ll be in my office in ten minutes

“What’s that face for?” Jax asks.

“I have to meet my dad in ten. Have you heard from your dad?”

Jace nods. “Talked to him on the phone and reassured him I’m not dying earlier. We’ll get summoned after he gets done dealing with the cleanup.”

I’m not happy about leaving Felix alone for even a few minutes after what happened in the bathroom, but I can’t exactly tell my dad no.

“Hungry?” Jax asks and waves at the food around them. “Dig in while K goes and gets chewed out.”

Felix plucks a sweet potato fry off a plate and takes a slider off the tray Jax holds out to him.

Satisfied that he’ll be safe while I’m gone, I press a quick kiss against his cheek and stand. It’s always better to be early when it comes to my dad.

Felix gives me a shy smile that makes my chest warm, and I lean down so I can whisper in his ear. “I love you.”

He tries to cover his grin with his hand, but the way his eyes light up at my words touches something deep inside of me.

Pissing him off is fun as hell, but his smiles are everything.

“You two are so cute it’s actually disgusting,” Jax says with a smirk.

“For real,” Jace agrees. “Next we’re going to have to deal with them passing notes back and forth with just their names written in giant hearts.”

“Can you imagine them on the phone together?” Jax asks his brother. “It’ll take them an hour to say goodbye with all that ‘You hang up first, noyouhang up first’ bullshit.”

“I’m out the minute they start wearing color-coordinated outfits and talking about getting a designer dog,” Jace says.

“Same when they start calling each other nauseating nicknames like snookerdoodle and huggybear,” Jax adds.

I flip the twins off and give Felix another kiss. His cheeks are red with a blush when I pull away, but he smiles good naturedly at the teasing.

I’m in front of my dad’s office seven minutes after his text, and less than thirty seconds later, I see him striding down the hall.

“Killian,” he greets as he punches his code into the pad next to the door.

“Dad,” I greet back and wait for him to use his thumbprint for two factor authorization.

We’re silent as he opens the door, and I follow him inside.

He strides over to his desk and undoes the buttons of his blazer so he can comfortably perch on the edge of it. I stand in front of the chairs he’s set up in front of the desk. I know better than to sit before I’m told I can.

“So, do you want to explain to me why your uncles and I just spent the last few hours dealing with a body and why one of my cars has more lead in it than an x-ray shield?”

“Do you remember the situation at the house when Felix was attacked in the pool?”

He nods.

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