Page 63 of Fourth Point Of Contact

“So, this thing with Piper…”

I waited for him to continue, but instead, he just eyed me in the mirror. “What about her?”

“You know…are you gonna follow through?”

“Follow through on what?”

“Sealing the deal.”

I snorted in amusement. “I hate to tell you this, but that was one of the first things I did with her.”

“Before or after you jumped out of the plane?”

“After.”

“Well, that explains it.”

I was getting really fucking tired of his attitude. “Explains what?”

“Why she’s all googly over you. And why you’re so willing to help her. You like her, and now that you’ve been in her pants, you want to make sure that door is open in the future.”

“Yeah, that would be true, except we both agreed it was just sex. Neither of us wants more. So, that’s not gonna happen.”

“Right,” he scoffed. “I’m sure you saved her life—took a fucking run at a bear for her—yet she doesn’t want more from you. And you don’t really have a thing for her. You were just being a good protector.”

“I was,” I snapped. “And there really is nothing else going on between us.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I’m fucking serious!” I argued. “I swear to God?—”

“Listen, I’ve heard it all. I know. You both just wanted to have a good time. Blah, blah, blah. She’s still desperately in love with her fiancé. She could never think of moving on right now. We’ve all heard it, but I guarantee you, you’ll be married within six months from today.”

Now, that was fucking hysterical. “Yeah, that’s not gonna happen.”

“Oh, it is. It’s on like Donkey Kong.”

I shook my head at him in the rearview mirror. “What are you, twelve?”

“Seems like someone is more than a little worried about how things are gonna happen from here on out.”

“You’d better watch, fucker, or I’ll bring Asher here to fuck with you again.”

“That was wrong, and you know it,” he snapped.

“Yeah, but it was fucking hilarious watching you as you tried to grapple with the fact that you were seeing a man who wasn’t there.”

That made him shut up. I grinned the rest of the way to the hotel and even gave him money for gas when we stopped. Because I was nice like that— and it was the company’s money, but that was beside the point.

When we got to the hotel, Chase pulled up in front and blocked traffic while I struggled to get out of the damn van. Horns were honking and people were swearing at me. Fuck, you’d never have people act like this in Kansas. And to think, I used to like living in California amidst all the chaos. Now, I actually fucking longed to get back to a quieter area where people weren’t cursing at me just for trying to get out of a fucking vehicle.

Chase drove away to find parking while I headed inside. I was sorry to say that the hobble on crutches to the elevator wore me out. I was still recovering from the surgery and figuring out how to maneuver in my full-leg cast. For some reason, I always assumed it would be easier than this. But one thing was for sure, my left leg was gonna be a hell of a lot stronger by the time I got this fucking cast off.

“Going up?” a lady asked as I hobbled onto the elevator.

“Yeah. Eleven.”

Her eyebrows rose at that. “What do you know? I’m on eleven also.”

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