Page 139 of Brutal Vows
About twenty minutes later, I ask where the restroom is.
“Down that hall, third door on the right.”
“Thanks. Be right back.”
“Should I pour us more wine?”
“Absolutely!”
I head down the hall, desperate for a moment of privacy, but get distracted as soon as I put my hand on the powder room door handle.
I hear voices coming from farther down the hall.
It’s Quinn and Declan in his office.
I hesitate, trying to talk myself out of it, but ultimately give in and creep down the hallway toward the cracked-open door. A foot outside, I stop and listen, holding my breath.
“… can’t have had anything to do with it. That was twenty years ago, lad. And you killed him. People don’t come back from the grave.”
Quinn sighs heavily. “Aye. I know. But I can’t help thinking I’m cursed.”
“That’s your guilt talking, not your good sense.”
“If you say so.”
“I do say so. Forget about it. Now tell me about your wife. How’s the situation?”
I lean closer, my heart thudding as I wait to hear how Quinn responds.
When there’s only silence, Declan prompts, “Remember what you said to me when you first asked me to set up the meeting with Caruso?”
“No, what?”
Declan chuckles. “You said, ‘There’s nothing like new pussy to get over the old,’ you cold-blooded bastard.”
That feels like a knife plunged through my solar plexus. I don’t wait to hear the rest.
I turn and walk away, cursing myself for being so foolish as to let him in.
Women can never trust men. They only want to fuck things or break them.
THIRTY-TWO
SPIDER
“I was being an idiot,” I reply, shaking my head.
“Aye, I know that. I’m just glad you realize it. So, tell me. How is the infamous Black Widow?”
I say crossly, “I’m not going to tell you how she is in bed, for fuck’s sake.”
“Get your head out of the gutter. That’s not what I’m asking.”
“Then what the bloody hellareyou asking?”
He gazes at me for a moment before saying, “She likes you, you know.”
Heat creeps into my cheeks. I say gruffly, “You think so?”
