Page 96 of Save Me
Fuck.
Would he?
“Ronan!” a familiar voice calls out.
I turn around, and there she is: Tasha, my first love, the woman who crushed my heart.
Holy shit. She’s actually here.
She looks the same and yet different. Still tall and willowy, her crop top showing off a hard stomach. That featherlight brunette hair I used to love fisting is cut to her chin. It suits her.
With a wide grin, she leaves her spot by the limousine that her friends are climbing into—I recognize some of their faces—and rushes over, plowing into my body.
It’s a beat before I return the hug, shocked to be seeing her again.
“It’sso goodto see you,” she purrs in my ear.
“You too,” I manage. I used to know this body so thoroughly. She doesn’t feel the same, though. She doesn’t feel right.
Not like Sloane’s body feels right.
With one last tight squeeze, she pulls back but stays well within my personal space, her hands landing on my biceps. “You look amazing. You’ve been working out.”
“Yeah, I needed another addiction since I quit smoking.” I’ve been slacking a bit lately, but now thatI’ve got more time, I can get back to the gym and running.
“You quit? Good for you.” Her hazel-green eyes sparkle. “So, you came to greet me?”
“Giving Britt and Dani a ride.” I toss a thumb behind me.
“Oh, right. Of course. I’m so dumb.” She laughs at herself. “Well, come and say hi to everyone!” Her hand slides down, fitting into mine as she attempts to tug me toward the limo.
“Actually, how about I meet you at the front of the hotel. I’m heading that way anyway, and these parking attendants are eyeing us.” I slip my hand out of hers and move backward toward Darla. “It’s a fifteen-minute drive. Twenty, tops.”
“Okay? See you there.” With a lightning-fast scan of my body, she strolls back to the limo, her hips swinging with each stride of her lengthy legs.
I climb into the passenger side of the Bronco. And groan.
“You, my friend, have a Valkyrie sitch right there.” Connor points to the limo.
“Yeah. I’m gettin’ that.” And the sooner I shut it down, the better, but in front of the airport didn’t seem like the right place.
Britt leans in, her arm draped over Connor’s seat. “What’s a Valkyrie sitch?”
“It means she’s making moves to ride your brother’s dick?—”
“Con!” I bellow at the same time that Britt yells, “Gross!”
With a grin, Connor shifts into gear. “Buckle up, Little Lyle.”
“Get moving!” A security officer slaps our hood.
“I’mmovin’! Don’t fucking touch her!” Connor roars before pulling away from the curb, his glower aimed at the skinny man as we pass. Thankfully, his anger fades as quickly as it came. “What are you gonna do about the ex this weekend? Obviously, she can’t stay at the house now.”
“The fuck if I know.”
“Why can’t Tasha stay there?” Britt asks.
Connor’s eyes flicker to the rearview mirror. “’Cause your bro just got fired, and we have to move out, stat.”
