Page 81 of The Late Hit
“I’m down at Grant’s. Want me to stop by when I leave?”
Propping the phone between my shoulder and ear, I thumb through my options on the screen.
“No, that’s okay. I’m just going to call it an early night. Slip out of these clothes, curl into bed, and watch that new movie with Chris Hemsworth and Miles Teller.”
“Oh yeah?” I ask.
My girl has a thing for Hemsworth. And I’m not going to lie, I’m a little jealous that he gets to spend the evening with my girl while she’s naked in her bed.
“Oh yeah,” she answers. “Are you jealous, Quinton? It’s just me, home alone, lying naked in my bed. Hands wandering up and down.”
“Wilder,” I grit out. “I’m sitting at Grant’s with JP and Riggsby right now.”
The guys’ attention snaps my way.
A chuckle leaves her lips. And now I’m wanting to leave and walk the three buildings over to her town house.
“Hey Q?” she asks, voice taking on a more serious tone.
“What’s up, baby?” Concern seeps into my voice. There’s a long pause on the phone. “Brynn,” I probe.
Grant’s eyes dart my way, but I pay him no attention.
A sigh leaves her mouth. “I think I need to go home next weekend.”
Those were not words I was expecting to hear.
“Okay,” I draw out, not wanting to push, letting her control the conversation.
“It’s time I visit my brother. You guys are in New York, so I thought I’d catch a flight Saturday and come back Sunday. Just a quick there-and-back trip.”
“Are you sure you’re going to be okay going alone? Should Chloe go with you? Or we can find a time when I can fly with you.”
My mind is racing. I’m proud of her for wanting to go visit, but I worry about the emotional toll it’s going to take on her.
“No, this is something I need to do. Alone.”
“Okay, babe. I’ll be waiting for you when you get back.”
She exhales what sounds like a sigh of relief. “Thanks, Q. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Smirking, even though she can’t see me, I add, “Let’s not find out. I can be there in a few minutes.”
“Good night, Quinton. See you tomorrow.” She laughs into the receiver.
“Night, Wilder,” I respond, ending the call.
Before I have a chance to set the phone down, a message dings. Clicking on the new text message, a photo fills my screen. Brynn is sitting in her bed, her white covers are barely covering her naked body, and she’s chewing on her bottom lip in a way that drives me wild.
I can’t wait until I get her alone tomorrow night.
“Dammnnnn,girl!”Chloesqueals,letting out a whistle as she walks into my room. “You look bangin’.”
I’m applying another coat of mascara to make sure my eyes pop. Nerves consume me. Quinton and I have gone out so many times I couldn’t even give you a number, but tonight is different. Tonight, we are going on a date. A date as boyfriend and girlfriend. Excitement isn’t a strong enough emotion to describe how I feel.
Capping my mascara, I toss it in my makeup bag before making my way over to my full-length mirror.
“Is it too much?” Running my hands down my dress, I take one last look in the mirror.
