Page 65 of Snapping the Ice
“Okay.” I sipped some wine. “He came to the studio like before, but I didn’t let him in. After, I found a note on my car. I kept it in case I needed it for court.” If only Tate would stop the harassment. It was officially causing problems for me and Lucas.
“Has he tried to contest the order?” Evan shifted, watching me.
Shaking my head, I said, “Not that I know of.” I scoffed a laugh. “Knowing him, he’ll do what he wants and doesn’t care enough about it to contest it.”
“Then what’ll you do if he keeps coming around? I take it you didn’t call the police when he showed up at your studio?” Lucas fisted his hand.
“No, he wasn’t there very long. By the time the police arrived, he’d have been gone.” After pressing my lips together, I said, “I tried to video it, but he stopped as soon as I thought of it. I-I was scared and not thinking clearly.”
“I’m pretty sure if you can prove to the police he was there after the fact, they’ll arrest him.” Evan sighed. “Listen, man, take this seriously.”
Lucas wound an arm around my shoulders and hugged me to his chest. “Please, listen to Evan. I’d be a lot less worried on the road if I knew you were calling the cops when he came around.”
“Okay. I promise to do that next time.” Shit, I’d let them both down. I had to do my part. “He came around my apartment again and Stella called the cops.” I let out a defeated laugh. She might be the strongest woman I’d ever met.
“Okay, be like Stella.” Lucas kissed my head. “And don’t worry about me. Tell me if Tate shows up when I’m gone. I have Evan to help me pull my head out of my ass.” As his lips tugged up, he glanced at Evan.
“Damn right you do.” With a sly grin, Evan sipped his drink. “I won’t let my partner suck on the ice.”
Rapping filled the apartment.
“Oh, food is here.” Lucas jumped from the couch and brought a bag of food from the doorway. Garlic floated in the air. “Smells good. Damn.”
I rose and glanced at Evan. It would be rude to eat in front of him, wouldn’t it?
“Go head.” Evan waved me off. “My food will be here any minute and you two should eat while it’s hot.”
“Thanks.” He read my mind. I sat at the table with my wine and opened our containers while Lucas rummaged through the kitchen for plates and silverware.
“Here.” Lucas placed everything on the table.
How long was I invited to stay here? At some point, I should go home. I spooned lasagna onto my plate. “So tomorrow, I’ll go back to my place.”
“No, tomorrow we’ll get more of your things so you can stay here.” Lucas pushed his chicken dish onto his plate. “I don’t trust you going back there. Especially since Tate didn’t take the order seriously.”
I peeked behind me at Evan. This wasn’t fair to him, was it? “Iwillneed to go home at some point, Lucas.” I cut into my food.
Another knock cut through the air.
“That’s mine. Hot damn.” Evan bolted to the door and grabbed his food from the delivery driver.
“Let’s give it a few days and see if he shows up at your studio this week or if Stella sees him hanging around. Okay?” Lucas’s gaze followed Evan as he planted his food on the table. “Right, Ev? You don’t care if he’s here for another week.”
“Hell no. It doesn’t bother me. Especially now that he’s sleeping in your room with you.” Evan gave Lucas a lop-sided grin. “Right? He’ll be sleeping with you now?”
As he held his fork over his food, Lucas’s cheeks bloomed pink. “Of course he will.” He ate a bite of chicken.
“Great.” Evan opened a plastic container, exposing a colorful sushi roll. “Just keep the ass play in the bedroom.”
Holding my knuckles to my lips and chewing, I stared at Evan. How would Lucas take that?
“Yeah? If I want my boyfriend to fuck me on the kitchen counter in my own home, I’m doing it.” He raised a brow at me.
I dropped my mouth open. “Lucas.” What the hell? Boyfriend? Hadn’t Evan called me that when I was on the phone with Lucas? I’d thought they were joking.
“Dude, I’m buying Lysol.” Scoffing a laugh, Evan poured soy sauce into a wasabi cup.
Lucas’s gaze crawled to mine. “Um…” He rolled his lips. “That sort of slipped out.”
