makes me fuckin’ nuts.
Z worked his magic and Trinity’s patch showed up this morning. Hope doesn’t mind me doing it at the party, and I’m stupidly excited thinking about Trinity wearing my property patch and nothing else.
CHAPTER TWO
My best friend hit on my fiancé.
The thought is still on my mind the next morning.
Sophie. Who was there for me when Clay died. Who helped Rock and I hook up.
Betrayed me?
The last few months play over in my head. She was drunk at the fundraiser. But I’d partied pretty hard with Sophie when we were in law school. Or rather watched her party hard. Clay and I picked her up and poured her into the back seat of our car many times. I don’t think she ever tried anything with Clay. Maybe she did. And maybe Clay wanted to spare my feelings the same way Rock did, so he never told me. I guess I’ll never know.
All of this sort of runs through my semi-conscious brain before I’m fully awake.
Rock. My anchor.
Turning over, I find his side of the bed empty.
Well, that’s disappointing.
Rolling back the other way, I check my phone and find a reminder waiting on the screen. Dinner with Mara. Tonight.
Crap.
I can’t back out. It’s the dinner to celebrate Mara’s birthday. She’d spent the actual day with her family, and I know how much she’s looking forward to going out with her friends. But I don’t think I can look at Sophie without puking. Or punching her.
I’m not angry. I’m hurt . Sophie and I have been friends for a long time. Drunk or not, I can’t comprehend her actions. It’s so out of character for her.
Maybe I don’t know her as well as I thought.
I don’t doubt for one second Rock’s version of the story. And the reason he didn’t tell me rings true. As always he was trying to protect me from getting hurt.
Normally I’d talk to, well Sophie, about something like this. I could call Lilly, but she and Sophie have been friends since childhood. It’s not fair to stick her in the middle. I can’t ruin Mara’s birthday celebration with this either.
Honestly, I wish Wrath hadn’t opened his big mouth.
“What’s wrong, Baby Doll?” Rock calls from the doorway.
He enters and shuts the door behind him before I answer. “Nothing…I’m supposed to go out to dinner with Mara tonight. I really hope Sophie doesn’t show up. I don’t know what the hell to say to her.”
“I’m so sorry,” he says as he rounds the bed, sitting next to me. He brushes my hair off my cheek. “I didn’t want to—”
“I blame Wrath and his big mouth.”
The corners of his mouth lift. “Yeah.”
“How come you’re up so early?”
“Contractor’s coming. Need to let him in the gate and show him out to the house.”
“Oh. You need my help?”
“Nah, you look nice and cozy.”
My hand settles on his leg, idly stroking. “I don’t like waking up without you.” My lips purse into a pout to emphasize just how much I dislike it.
He chuckles and covers my hand with his own. “Don’t be bad. They’ll be here any minute.”
A bunch of unhappy grumbles tumble out of my mouth. Rock chuckles and moves so I can get up.
When I emerge from the bathroom, he’s gone
The morning’s barely started and already this day is pretty sucky.
My mood improves once I arrive downstairs a few hours later. Wrath and Trinity are wrapped up together on one of the couches and happiness at the sight of them kicks my mouth up into a smile.
“Morning, lovebirds.”
“Nice of you to join us. It’s almost noon,” Wrath teases.
“It’s Saturday.”
Trinity unravels herself from Wrath and sits up. “You want anything?”
“No. Well, I just wanted to talk to you for a second.” My gaze lands on Wrath, hoping he’ll take the hint and get lost. No such luck.
Trinity glances at the envelope in my hands. “What’s that?”
My voice falters, it’s really too hard to explain. And Wrath’s still here. “Shouldn’t you be helping Rock?” I ask.
The bastard smirks
Z worked his magic and Trinity’s patch showed up this morning. Hope doesn’t mind me doing it at the party, and I’m stupidly excited thinking about Trinity wearing my property patch and nothing else.
CHAPTER TWO
My best friend hit on my fiancé.
The thought is still on my mind the next morning.
Sophie. Who was there for me when Clay died. Who helped Rock and I hook up.
Betrayed me?
The last few months play over in my head. She was drunk at the fundraiser. But I’d partied pretty hard with Sophie when we were in law school. Or rather watched her party hard. Clay and I picked her up and poured her into the back seat of our car many times. I don’t think she ever tried anything with Clay. Maybe she did. And maybe Clay wanted to spare my feelings the same way Rock did, so he never told me. I guess I’ll never know.
All of this sort of runs through my semi-conscious brain before I’m fully awake.
Rock. My anchor.
Turning over, I find his side of the bed empty.
Well, that’s disappointing.
Rolling back the other way, I check my phone and find a reminder waiting on the screen. Dinner with Mara. Tonight.
Crap.
I can’t back out. It’s the dinner to celebrate Mara’s birthday. She’d spent the actual day with her family, and I know how much she’s looking forward to going out with her friends. But I don’t think I can look at Sophie without puking. Or punching her.
I’m not angry. I’m hurt . Sophie and I have been friends for a long time. Drunk or not, I can’t comprehend her actions. It’s so out of character for her.
Maybe I don’t know her as well as I thought.
I don’t doubt for one second Rock’s version of the story. And the reason he didn’t tell me rings true. As always he was trying to protect me from getting hurt.
Normally I’d talk to, well Sophie, about something like this. I could call Lilly, but she and Sophie have been friends since childhood. It’s not fair to stick her in the middle. I can’t ruin Mara’s birthday celebration with this either.
Honestly, I wish Wrath hadn’t opened his big mouth.
“What’s wrong, Baby Doll?” Rock calls from the doorway.
He enters and shuts the door behind him before I answer. “Nothing…I’m supposed to go out to dinner with Mara tonight. I really hope Sophie doesn’t show up. I don’t know what the hell to say to her.”
“I’m so sorry,” he says as he rounds the bed, sitting next to me. He brushes my hair off my cheek. “I didn’t want to—”
“I blame Wrath and his big mouth.”
The corners of his mouth lift. “Yeah.”
“How come you’re up so early?”
“Contractor’s coming. Need to let him in the gate and show him out to the house.”
“Oh. You need my help?”
“Nah, you look nice and cozy.”
My hand settles on his leg, idly stroking. “I don’t like waking up without you.” My lips purse into a pout to emphasize just how much I dislike it.
He chuckles and covers my hand with his own. “Don’t be bad. They’ll be here any minute.”
A bunch of unhappy grumbles tumble out of my mouth. Rock chuckles and moves so I can get up.
When I emerge from the bathroom, he’s gone
The morning’s barely started and already this day is pretty sucky.
My mood improves once I arrive downstairs a few hours later. Wrath and Trinity are wrapped up together on one of the couches and happiness at the sight of them kicks my mouth up into a smile.
“Morning, lovebirds.”
“Nice of you to join us. It’s almost noon,” Wrath teases.
“It’s Saturday.”
Trinity unravels herself from Wrath and sits up. “You want anything?”
“No. Well, I just wanted to talk to you for a second.” My gaze lands on Wrath, hoping he’ll take the hint and get lost. No such luck.
Trinity glances at the envelope in my hands. “What’s that?”
My voice falters, it’s really too hard to explain. And Wrath’s still here. “Shouldn’t you be helping Rock?” I ask.
The bastard smirks
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