Page 58 of Wild Card

“Maybe they do. I found my unicorn and life is pretty fucking fantastic.”

“Exactly!” Bex yelped. “And next week, she’s going out with him.”

“Are you, Wills?”

There’s another beat of silence. “Yes, I’m going out with him. He’s a thrill-seeking, adventure-driven man who puts his life on the line every day. This scares me to death. But why not head straight into heartache? Because that is what Talon is—the potential to be a heartbreaker.”

“Honey, taking a chance on what scares you the most, that’s where life is the sweetest.”

“And imagine the sex… I bet he is amazing,” Bex basically purred.

“I can’t imagine the sex. Can you forget how to have sex? Because I forgot what sex is it’s been so loooonnnnnggggg.” There’s a slur to Willow’s tone followed by a loud cackling.

At that, I hung up, knowing I’d heard enough.

It was good to know that Willow could be chatty. And it confirmed my instincts my job scared her.

That I could handle.

It was the other that bothered me.

Knowing she had a dickhead in her past that seemed to fuck her over.

I was ready to crash her night when Lucas sent me a message about getting her home. While I’d rather it be me driving her, I reminded myself to give it a little more time. Instead, I drove toher place and watched as Lucas got her inside. After five minutes he came out, clocked me in my truck, and gave me a chin jerk to say all was well.

She sent a final text.

I’m home, the Uber was safe.

Knowing she was fucking with me showed she was willing to play with fire.

I watched her place until long after her lights went out, thinking over every word she spoke.

“You gonna join back in the rotation or should I get you a notepad to doodle hearts?” Ford’s question pulls me back to where all three guys are staring at me with wise-ass grins.

“Only if I can borrow your gel pens and glitter,” I counter, straddling the bench.

Major begins to remove the extra weight.

“I got this.”

“Don’t be a goddamned hero.” His grin turns into a scowl.

“Let’s see what I can do.”

“You have nothing to prove.”

“Then spot me.” I stretch my arms over my head and lie down, taking a deep breath before lifting the bar.

My arms burn with the added weight, but my body pushes through, finishing the set only a little winded.

“You good?” Major hands me a water.

“Yeah.”

“Hey, Romeo, what did you do?” Ace asks, glancing between me and his hand.

Ford crowds in, his lip curving to the side. “Shit, man, this thing is blowing up.”

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