Page 23 of Ball Buster

“The sooner you decide the quicker things will move along.”

I nod. Solo hasn’t uttered a word.

“Are you okay?”

He blinks. “Sorry what?”

“Unless you have questions, I’m due at court in an hour. My secretary has all your paperwork Miss Vanlow.”

“Thank you, Mr. Finkle. We’ll be in touch by Monday.” I get up from my seat and tug on Solo’s hand. “Let’s get going so Mr. Finkle can resume his day.”

“I need a drink,” he mutters. “Fuckin’ unbelievable.”

I smile once more at Mr. Finkle while I lead my potential husband out to the reception area while he mutters and curses under his breath in a zombie like trance.

“Everything okay?” The pretty brunette behind the desk stares at Solo with some concern etched on her face.

“He’s fine. I was told you had some paperwork for me.”

“Of course.” She hands me a manilla envelope. Everything you need for the bank, property deeds, and contact information along with the insurance policy details are all in here. If you run into any issues give us a call.”

“Will do. Thanks.” I tuck the folder under an arm and drag Solo out of the building. “Dude. Are you good?” I let go of his hand and wave mine over his face. “Listen, I don’t expect you to marry me if that’s what you’re worried about. Sure, it’s a lot of money but I get it. I’m not your biggest fan either.” I stare at him waiting for him to say something in response when suddenly his mouth crashes down on mine, unforgiving and relentless.

Solo’s lips move against mine consumed by fire and possibly greed. I’m not sure, but I know one thing right now and one thing only. The man can kiss. He can kiss great. It’s hot and better than I imagined it would be.

I pull away. “That was…”

“Been wanting to do that for days.” He smiles that stupid sexy smirk, appearing to be returning to himself. “Meet you at home. We’ve got a lot to talk about.”

“Yeah, we do,” I whisper still partially under the spell of his kiss and the shock of everything I’ve just learned. He shuffles me toward my car and opens the driver side door for me.

“Well, isn’t this cute.” We both turn toward Angel as she stalks out of the salon that’s a door over from Mr. Finkle’s law office. Her hair is up in foil, but I recognize her easy enough. “I knew it. I knew you were fucking her.”

“Go back inside, Angel. Who I’m fucking is none of your business.”

“You’re a dick,” she screeches, charging forward, and punching his chest as she cries. “I hate you. I hate you.”

Solo grabs her by both wrists. “We didn’t work out. Leave it at that and move on, because I promise you, your temper tantrum only serves to make you less attractive.”

“We were fine till she showed up.” She sobs into his chest and part of me takes ownership in what she is saying because though I haven’t been around them long enough to know much, they seemed fine the other night.

“I’ll catch up with you in a bit,” I tell Solo and quickly get into my car.

Chapter ten

Solo

“Pull yourself together. You’re making a damn scene.”

“Who gives a shit? You think I care what anyone in this shitty town thinks about me?”

“I think you don’t like to be told no. Daddy spoiled you and you think you can get whatever you want whenever you want. You should know that circumstances in my life have changed and next time you see me I’ll be married.”

Her head snaps back. “You’ll be married. What kind of sick game are you playing? Please tell me that you met her on one of your runs and she’s pregnant. That’s why you’re doing this isn’t it?”

“It’s complicated.”

“Oh my God. She’s having your baby.”

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