“What? It’s just a damn question. You getting soft on me, too, Corey? First, Eric gets his panties twisted about hisAngel.Next, Carter threatens to beat my ass over a woman he pulls out of a car, and somehow I’m in the wrong,” he scoffed, shaking his head before taking another bite of his slice.
“’Cause you’re an ass,” I spoke up.
“Especially, when it comes to women,” Eric added.
“Don’t mind yourself about my woman. Just have a damn suit picked out for my wedding when you get the invite.”
The entire table went quiet, but I went right on eating. I meant what I’d said.
“It’s like that?” Corey questioned.
I shrugged, not even looking at him.
“Fucking knew it!” Don laughed, clapping.
“The fuck are you so giddy about it for?”
“Because!” he shouted. “I love weddings. I’ve gotten plenty of sympathy pussy at ’em. Weddings and funerals.”
“This guy is sick. You’re fucking sick. You know that?” Corey stated, laughing at Don.
Don smirked. “It’s true though. All those friends of the bride, feeling sorry for themselves because they just broke up with their boyfriend or he refuses to put a ring on it.”
“So you prey on desperate women?” Eric chimed in.
Don rolled his eyes. “Don’t think of it as preying on women. Shit, I’m not a damn predator.”
“Close enough.”
Don glared at me. “I’m providing a service, really.”
“A service?”
“Yes, Corey, a damn service. Helping those ladies live a little. Experience one of the best orgasms of their lives after the sadness and loneliness that comes with being single at a wedding. I’m a help to society, really.” He shrugged.
I watched as he leaned over the table and grabbed another slice of pizza, plopping it onto his plate. “For someone who complains about my pizza choice, you sure are filling your stomach on it.”
Don paused mid-chew. “It’s not like I had a choice.”
I frowned. “Swallow before speaking. Fucking animal. Anyway, I–” I was cut off when my phone began ringing in my pocket. I pulled it out and grinned when the name “Sugar” appeared on the screen. “I would waste my time with your dumbass some more but someone who actually matters is calling.” I tossed my napkin on my empty plate, and picked it up as I stood.
“Hello, sugar,” I answered smoothly, taking my plate to the sink.
“H-hey.”
My back went straight at the same time an icy cold chill moved down my spine. Something wasn’t right. Her voice. Moving quickly, I exited the kitchen, stepping into one of the back hallways of the station to grant me the privacy I so obviously needed.
“What’s wrong?”
There was a pause on the other end of the phone. A pause I didn’t like and I knew whatever I heard next was going to send me spiraling.
“I can’t see you anymore.”
See what I mean?
My heart constricted in my chest and my entire body filled with a weight I’d never felt before.
“Why not?” I moved right past my shock and went looking for answers. Whatever the issue was, we needed to obliterate it because there was nothing I was going to let stand in the way of Michelle and I.
