Page 85 of Pick Six
“Here in my place?” My voice raises a little even though I don’t mean it to.
“I guess he has a key?”
“For fucking emergencies, not to barge in whenever he fucking feels like it.” I’d fucking forgotten about the fact that he still had the key. Probably something I should have taken back when I started to push boundaries with his ex-wife. Like fucking her on every surface in his old home.Fuck.
“Well, it was the latter. And we got into a huge argument.”
“An argument about what? Here, sit down. Do you have meds in your purse?” I eye it on the counter.
“Yes, can you bring me the little pill case in it?”
“Yeah.” I open her purse and thankfully it’s near the top, so I don’t have to go rooting through her private things to grab it for her. I take a turn around the counter and grab a bottle of water out of the fridge and bring them over to her.
“We argued about you and us, and him and me and… just everything. He was unloading about all the shit he’s pissed about.” She pulls out a couple of pills from the case and takes them with the water.
I sit down in the chair across from her. I figured Drew would do this. Realize his mistake and then lose his mind when he finally understood what he’d fucked up and lost in the process. Apparently seeing her with me was finally making him come to terms with it.
“And?” I ask, because part of me is preparing to hear that she feels bad for him or wants to forgive him. Some tiny stupid fucking voice in the back of my head is worried she’ll want him back even though I know she couldn’t possibly. She’s too smart for that. But he might not have been entirely wrong, she might be too smart to bet on me too.
“I told him to go fuck himself. But if he wasn’t sure before, he knows we’re fucking now. He’s pieced it all together between the other day at the house and then walking in on me in your shirt staying at your place when you’re not here.”
“Ah,” I say softly, replaying Colt’s warning in my head. “Yeah, I’m guessing that would do it. Fuck… I’m sorry I forgot he had a key.”
“It’s fine, but I highly recommend taking it back because he was furious. I wouldn’t put anything past him right now. I don’t…I don’t think he would try anything, but I don’t know. I’m worried.”
“I’m not fucking worried, Saint. He can do his fucking worst. If he thinks he can tell you who you can and can’t fuck, he has another thing coming.”
“He was very pissed though, and honestly, I don’t know if you can trust him anymore as your agent, Alex. I mean I’ve never understood you two or your friendship, but he was insistent that you were going to fuck me over, cheat on me, and that I was going to go running back to him. I told him we were together. I know that’s still kind of new and we haven’t talked about it in detail, but I didn’t want him to think he could put a wedge between us over this.”
“That’s fine,” I say quickly. Too quickly because hearing her claim us makes my heart kick up. I want her to,need her to. Because as far as I’m concerned, she’s mine now and I’d been hers for a long fucking time.
“I’m sorry though. About him and this migraine. I was so excited for your win before that. Congrats!” She gives me a brief smile.
I grin back at her but when she winces again, I go over and kiss her on her forehead. “What can we do for this though? What helps?”
“A hot shower? Massage? Dark rooms, sleep and… yeah. That would help. I don’t know if I can drive like this though. Could you maybe take me home? I’m so sorry.”
“Do you need to go home? I can take care of you here.”
“Are you sure? I feel awful. You’ve had a long day. I can stay in the guest room out of your way. I know you’re probably exhausted. I’m sorry.”
“Nah. Come on, Saint. Stop apologizing. A hot shower, giving you a massage and sleep sounds amazing.” I smile at her.
“You’re the real saint.” She grins at me and starts to stand but buckles over a bit. “Ugh. When I stand too fast like that it throbs. Like a mini caveman with a dull stone pick is hammering at my skull.”
“I got you.” I scoop her up off her feet before she can protest, and her arms go around my neck. “You up for taking a shower with me?”
“I mean, I’m not going to complain about seeing you naked. I just wish I was in a better state to enjoy it.” She gives me a mischievous grin.
“Don’t tease me, Saint. It’s gonna take all my willpower to be on my best behavior as it is.”
I set her down gently on her feet when we get to my bathroom.
She goes to reach for the hem of her shirt just as I turn on the light, and then turn it down, flipping on the under lighting in the shower to keep it dark enough for her. Her hands freeze mid-task, and she looks back at the lighting.
“Oh, I have so many comments about that.”
“About how useful it is in the current situation?” I give her a look.
