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Her face turns pink, and she glances down. She pauses for a moment, and then she takes a deep breath. Her gaze connects with mine.
“I think we need to take a break.” Her emerald eyes hide behind apologies. “I need to get my thoughts in order and stop dragging you along as I try to figure out how I feel.”
“What does that mean?”
“I need some time to myself. I can’t keep leading you on while I try to decide what I want.”
Oh, fuck no. This is not where I expected this to go. It’s my worst fear coming true.
“What are you saying?” I step back as my heart crumbles into pieces. “Are you ending it with me for good?”
CHAPTER 18
JAMISON
It’s payback time,Hunter, and I can’t wait to welcome you home.
I’m going to demolish him tonight. The click of his front door signals he’s entering his place. I take my cue and start flipping the betting chip in the air and catching it on repeat.
I’m standing behind his bar with two glasses of scotch in front of me. My heart’s pounding out of this world because I’ve never done something so dark in my life. But everyone has their limit and I’m well past mine.
I’ve decided to be on the theatrical side when this all goes down. Kind of like the way he toyed with me the night he laid out all my secrets and has held them over my head ever since.
My eyes stay glued to the opening of his foyer while I continue to use my prop. He comes into view as he slides his phone onto the foyer table. A second later, he notices me behind the bar.
Hunter storms toward me. “How the fuck did you get in here?”
“I suggest you sit down and listen.” I toss the chip in the air and catch it again, eyeing the chair across the bar.
He growls and has murder written all over his face. “Ishould call the cops and get your ass arrested and then thrown off our team for breaking and entering.”
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
The chip flips higher this time, so it catches his attention. I want him to realize this is his game we’re playing.
He gets to the edge of the bar and is about to lunge. I grab the chip out of the air and slam it on the counter next to him with enough emphasis that it stops him in his tracks.
He’s huffing air and red in the face. His eyes follow my motion to the chip, and that’s when he sees it.
He steps back and looks like he’s seen a ghost. “Where the fuck did you get that?”
“All in due time, Hunter. Take a seat because we’re going to play a game that you taught me not long ago. It’s time for a rematch.” I motion to the chair across the bar with vengeance streaming from my eyes. “Do you know what game I’m talking about?”
He’s flexed and ready to pounce, trying to calm his breathing as much as he can. It’s evident he’s not used to being on that side of the court.
“What do you want, Jamison?” he asks through gritted teeth.
“I said, sit down so we can finish the tournament. You should know the rules since you created them.” I slide his glass of scotch to the seat across the bar.
He takes a few seconds to search for an out. When he realizes there isn’t one, he stomps to the stool and sits.
He slams his scotch. “Game on, Jamison.”
“I was hoping you’d see it my way.” I knock back my drink. “Would you like another pour? It’s one of the best out there, higher than anything you’d find in a bar.”
His eyes burn into me. “You’re on offense, so I’ll let you decide.”
“In that case, I’ll pour until it’s gone.” I turn around,laughing inside, and take the $3,000 bottle of scotch off the shelf.
