“It’s me,” I blurted out, my eyes lowering.
Jacob’s finger touched my chin and lifted it so my gaze met his again. “Eyes on me,” he ordered.
I obeyed.
“Why aren’t you onyourphone?” Hunter asked.
“Look, honey,” I breathed. “I don’t think we should see each other anymore.”
After a brief pause, he chuckled. “I get it, Saint. Your man had a come-to-Jesus moment when I turned up at your place, and he didn’t seem like the kind of guy who’d sit back and watch you make nice with another dude. It’s all good. Hope it works out for you. Just make sure he’s divorced before you fuck him. If you don’t, I know you’ll hate yourself in the morning.”
I felt my spirit go into freefall, and my ass hit the Earth with a big ol’ bump.
“Fuck!” I whispered.
“See ya later, babe,” Hunter sang, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t.” And with that parting shot, he hung up.
My gaze lifted to meet Jacob’s, and I blabbered, “It was a showmance.”
His head reared back. “Huh?”
“It wasn’t real,” I admitted. “Hunter and I are friends, but our entire relationship was set up by our management for publicity.”
His eyes narrowed. “Is he gay?”
“Well...” My voice trailed off.
“That motherfucker,” he muttered under his breath,
“He’s not a motherfucker,” I argued indignantly.
Jacob looked confused for a second, then he grinned. “Not Page, I meant Gambit.”
“Why’s Gambit a motherfucker?” I asked, tone confused.
Jacob’s hand squeezed my waist, and his forehead lowered, resting on mine. “He touched your thigh.”
My face scrunched up. “Gambit touched my thigh?”
“Not Gambit. I meant Page,” he corrected.
My face scrunched up tighter. “You’ve lost me.”
His mouth curved sexily. “In the car, Page touched your thigh.”
“Oh,” I breathed, taking in his heated stare. “Did he?”
“I didn’t like it, Saint,” he bit out. “Next time someone touches you like that, I’ll cut their fuckin’ fingers off.”
I let out a snort. “Right.”
His eyes bored into mine. “Saint. Next time a man who isn’t me touches you like that, I’ll cut their goddamned fingers off. Do you fuckin’ get me?”
I shivered at the vow in his tone, and then Hunter’s words floated through my head.Just make sure he’s divorced before you fuck him.
“What about when a woman who isn’t me touches you?” I demanded.
He lifted his forehead. “They won’t.”
