Page 111 of Things We Hide from the Light
“A little help here, Marshal?”
Nolan looped an arm around Sloane’s waist and pulled her back. “How do you feel about standing all the way over here?” he asked her conversationally.
Lucian let out what sounded like a feral snarl and slammed his chest into my waiting hand. Even after I dug my heels in, he still managed to move me back nearly a foot before Nash pushed his way between us.
“Back the fuck off,” Nash snapped, getting into Lucian’s face.
“We’re about to get thrown out of a kids’ soccer game,” I said to no one in particular.
“So how was the sex?” Stef asked me with a wicked grin.
“For the love of God! Wedidn’t have sex. We never even kissed,” I snapped.
“So you were just sleeping together?” Amanda asked. “Is that a new thing with you youngsters? Friends with partial benefits? Netflix and cuddle?”
“Definitely not friends,” I said, glaring at Nash. “And unlike some others, I respect people’s privacy, especially when it comes to things they’ve shared in confidence.”
Damn, it felt good to take the high road. Especially knowing Nash’s family was about to pry the truth out of him with a crowbar. That made it even more satisfying.
A barrage of questions was immediately volleyed at the man.
“You seriously just slept? What’s up with that?”
“Does this have somethin’ to do with you bein’ depressed?”
“You’re depressed? Why didn’t you say something?”
“Was it naked sleeping or were there pajamas?”
“Excuse me, people!”
Everyone turned to find Waylay standing on the sidelines, hands on hips. Her team was lined up behind her, trying and mostly failing to stifle giggles.
“We’re tryin’ to play a game out here but you guys are distracting everyone!” she said.
We all managed to mumble a chorus of apologies.
“If I have to come over here again, you’re all in trouble,” Waylay said, making eye contact with each of us.
“Jeez, when did she get scary?” Sloane whispered when Waylay and the rest of the team returned to the field.
“I blame you,” Knox and Naomi said at the same time. They grinned at each other.
My heart tripped unevenly again and I took a deep breath, blowing it out slowly until the fluttering in my chest dissipated.
“You okay?” Nash asked, not sounding like he cared that much. “Or was that a lie too?”
“Don’t. Start,” I warned him.
“What’s happening now?” Naomi whispered.
I needed to get out of here. I needed to go someplace where I could breathe and think and not want to punch stupid sexy men in their stupid sexy faces. I needed to call my boss and quit this investigation. Not only was I basically compromised, the thought of sticking around Knockemout, now just another place I didn’t belong, actually hurt.
“Sit down, Angelina,” Nash ordered. He was still pissed, but his tone was a degree or two gentler.
“What’s wrong?” Knox demanded.
“I’m sure Nash will be happy to fill you in,” I said, then turned to Naomi and Sloane. “You two have been nothing but wonderful since I got here and I’ll always be grateful for that. You deserve better from me and for that I’m sorry. Thank you for the friendship and good luck with the wedding.” I handed Sloane my Bloody Mary.
