Page 50 of The Pucking Wrong Date

But it was her.

My angel.

It was like I could breathe again. Like I’d been jolted back to life. Like the blood had returned to my veins.

And to my dick.

I stared at her like a lovesick puppy, memorizing every detail about her, from her long, wavy dark auburn hair which I was actually obsessed with…to the L.A. Cobras hat she was wearing.

That hat had to be a sign. She was thinking of me. She was missing me too.

Or at least that’s what I was telling myself.

My agent was giving me what were probablyveryimportant details about the deal, but I was catching maybe every tenth word as I studied my girl.

A second later, a man in a three piece suit emerged from the building. Olivia had stopped just outside the entrance, and I watched with sick dread as the slick haired, slimy looking DEAD man grabbed her arm, leading her to a car waiting at the curb.

I could hear my heartbeat in my ears as I watched them. Who the fuck was that? And why was he handling her like heownedher?

He slid into the car after her and it pulled away.

And I followed it.

“Walker! Are you listening?” Tucker snapped, exasperation clear in his tone.

“Yeah, just get the deal done, Tuck. I’m good with it.”

“I just told you L.A. beat Dallas’s offer.”

“They beat sixty million?”

I stared at the phone, wondering how this was real life. And why this was all happening at the same fucking time.

Keeping one eye on the road and the car I was tailing like I was some kind of James Bond character, I flipped through a couple of pictures in the file Jeff had sent me, trying to see if the guy was in there.

“Gotcha!” I snarled. Marco Davine. Olivia's agent and one of her conservators, along with her mother. From what I’d read, it had been shocking when the judge had appointed him as co-conservator. A lot of financial ethical issues with that one.

“Gotcha what? Do I need to call you fucking back? It’s not like I’m over here trying to get yourdreamdeal on yourdreamteam, Walker.”

The sass on this one.

“Sorry,” I muttered unrepentantly as I turned left after the car.

I was terrible at this. Fuck.

For the first time…I wondered if Dallas was the right move. Because I couldn’t leave her here.

No. I would just have to figure that out. She would come with me. Somehow.

“So what’s the plan, Tuck? I want Dallas,” I finally got out as Olivia’s car pulled into the parking lot for Ray Therapy Center.

“I already countered, asshole. I should have a response by tomorrow.”

I grinned as I parked on the other side of the street. “That’s why you’re my guy.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he barked, trying to sound grumpy. I could hear the smug smile in his voice though. Tucker knew he was the best. The rest of his clientele agreed.

But my smile faded as Olivia got out of the car, everything about her body language defeated as she trudged into the clinic.

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