Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 139088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 695(@200wpm)___ 556(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 695(@200wpm)___ 556(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
He didn’t comment on any of that.
He stated, “You went to The Porch the other night.”
Uh-oh.
Why was he mentioning that?
“Yes,” I said slowly.
“You told me you did.”
“Yes,” I repeated, equally slowly.
“What you didn’t tell me is that you went to meet Brady.”
Yes, I deliberately left that part out, precisely for this reason.
This meant now I was going cautious when I asked, “Did he mention it to you?”
“No. Cheyenne dropped by and gave me the news.”
Oh my God.
Fucking Cheyenne!
So maybe she wasn’t stalking me.
Maybe she was surveilling me so she could mess with me, Knox, and Brady, and whoever got in her unhinged crosshairs for reasons unknown to those of us who were not unhinged.
“Listen, Brady told me you two had an unhappy discussion, and we need to talk about that—” I started.
“Are you fucking him?”
My head jerked, and I asked, “What?” even if I heard his question.
He leaned toward me and roared, “Are you fucking him?”
I stood stock still, because I’d seen him this pissed the night we broke up, it was not a fun memory, thus, I warned, “You need to take a breath, Knox.”
“You need to answer my question, Luna.”
“We’ll be talking about this, but I’ll not be doing that if you shout at me.”
“I did not fuck her. I could barely stand to kiss her, because she wasn’t you.”
My heart started beating really fast, and other things were happening to me too, all of them terrifying.
“That wasn’t on me,” I retorted.
“No?”
“No. Not no. Hell no.”
“You walked out on me. It wasn’t the other way around.”
“Before that happened, you gave me an impossible choice, proving you weren’t into it with me, but into it with the woman you wanted to force me to be, and you gave me about five minutes to decide, even if there was only one choice I could make. That choice was continue, as ever, to be me.”
“You did not go into that house, Luna. You didn’t see what we saw. You didn’t have to do what we did. You and your women just led us there, and we had to clean that shit up. It was our asses on the line. Same as what happened with those women you found.”
He was talking about the cleanup of our first two major missions, both of which the NI&S guys did, indeed, do.
“If that’s a problem for you, don’t do it.”
“It’s not a problem for me. I know what I can do, and I know my team is tight. What will be a problem is if the Angels get messed up in that kind of endgame, and you don’t even remotely have your shit tight.”
“That isn’t our gig, and you know it,” I clipped.
And it wasn’t our gig.
We weren’t amateur commandos.
We were amateur investigators, who, I did not remind him because he knew all too well, cracked several cases the cops did not, and a couple more the cops knew nothing about.
“You can’t predict how things are gonna go down when you’re dealing with these kinds of people,” Knox told me something I knew, thus why the Angels weren’t commandos.
I didn’t get into that either.
I made another point.
“Like you couldn’t predict your sister and her boyfriend drilling two holes in you?”
His face got hard. “You walked out my door, and when you did, that no longer became your business.”
Even if it was true, that stung like a bitch.
Which was probably why I let loose my next.
“And I walked out your door, so who I fuck isn’t your business.”
“So you’re fucking Brady? A co-worker of mine. A friend of mine,” he bit out.
“Do I have to repeat about what’s your business?”
He threw his one good arm wide and shouted, “What the fuck is happening here?”
“Right at this instant, a friend fighting with a friend about ancient history. Generally, it’s a friend looking after a friend. But if you’re specifically asking about what tonight was supposed to be, what should be happening is that friend coming over and bringing dinner so we can get our historical shit in order and be actual friends.”
“Bullshit.”
“Say again?”
“I’ve had visitors, babe, but none as dedicated as you.”
“Well, I know what your dick tastes like, so maybe I’m a little closer to it than Harlow and Javi might be,” I shot back.
“Precisely.”
“Make sense, Knox,” I snapped.
“Tell me if you know what Brady’s dick tastes like, Luna.”
I shook my head and took a step back. “No. No. I’m not doing this. This is fucked up.”
“It’s an easy response, babe. One syllable. Yes. Or no.”
“You don’t get to be jealous, Knox. You don’t think so, but you made that decision your damned self.”
“If that’s the case, even if I disagree it is, fair play, Luna. But that also means you don’t get to be jealous and shove your shit with Brady in my face either.”
Goddamn it, he was right.