It was now or never.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Hell to Pay
Morgan
“Dude, that takes balls,” Sam said as he drove to the abandoned warehouse.
Race was far from stupid. She’d figure it out sooner or later, and it wouldn’t be a pretty sight when she saw me again.
Race: As soon as I can get a cab. I have a flat tire.
“I’ll pay for it later,” I replied as I stared out the passenger’s window with a knot in my stomach.
“If there is a later,” Thomas said, slapping me on the back of the head.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, ignoring the fact that he’d hit me and replying to her text.
Me: Do not leave the office.
“She’ll probably never talk to you again, man.” Thomas shook his head. “You lied to her. Never mind about the tire.”
“Yep. You’re never getting another shot with her,” James added. “Izzy would murder me.”
“Race will get over it,” I said, shrugging it off.
“I doubt that. I’ve only met her a couple of times, but she doesn’t seem like the type to forgive and forget,” Thomas said.
“I’m not saying I won’t pay dearly for it, guys, but I think I can handle her.” I glanced in the backseat.
“You like this girl that much, huh?” James asked.
“I don’t know why, but I do. God help me,” I muttered, looking up at the roof and blowing out a long breath.
“It’s the magic of the tough chick,” James replied as he patted my shoulder. “I know it well.”
“I just can’t picture my cousin dealing with your bullshit.”
“My bullshit?” He snickered, clutching his chest. “Have you met your cousin? That girl has more tricks up her sleeve than Houdini.”
“How do you deal with her?”
“You gotta break her.”
“What?” I asked, turning around with my mouth agape.
“James,” Thomas said, glaring at him, “you’re talking about my sister here. Choose your next wordsverycarefully.”
James slapped Thomas on the leg. “No worries, brother.” He glanced at me, lifting his chin in my direction. “We’ll talk about the ladies later, Morgan.”
I returned his chin lift. “I’ll take you up on that offer.”
“Five minutes out,” Sam said. “We ready for this?” He adjusted his body, gripping the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles had turned white.
“You okay, man?” I asked Sam, placing my hand on his shoulder.
“I’m pumped. I’ve been on the sidelines for a bit. I’m so excited. This shit is like the olden days.”
