But I’m ready for her anger, frustration, pain, whatever she wants to throw at me. She’s single now, and there has to be a reason for that. Here’s hoping she doesn’t kick me out the second she sees me at the door.
As soon as the wheels of the Boeing 737 touch down on the tarmac, I have my phone in my hand, instantly texting Jenna. She helped me once; I’m praying she’ll do it again.
ZANE: I’m in LA. Do you know where I can find Blair?
Jenna: She’s at my apartment. I’ll send you the address. But Zane. If you hurt her, you better sleep with one eye open and a hand over your balls
Her quick response makes me smile but...Jesus. My hand drops to my crotch, and I break out in a full-body shiver. I’d be less concerned if she told me to protect my face. I happen to care a lot about my junk. It’s still got so much to give.
Zane: You have nothing to worry about
Jenna: Good. She needs you
I highly doubt that but I’m going anyway. Pocketing my phone, I rush off the plane and beeline for the rental company, picking up a car as Jenna’s message comes through.
Brentwood. Nice. I should be there by eleven p.m. That’s not too late for a visit, right?
Ignoring the gut feeling telling me it is, I drive straight to Jenna’s apartment, parking in a space someone just vacated.
It’s been four hours since my game in Phoenix ended, and now that I’m standing in front of Blair’s apartment—her current apartment—I’m not sure I’m ready.
We haven’t spoken in three days. She didn’t respond to my “I’m going to visit” text, so I’m probably about to be slapped. Or at the very least yelled at.
What the fuck am I doing?
“Are you going to come in, or hang around out front?” a voice calls out from somewhere above me, and when I glance up, I find Jenna hanging out of her window.
I lift my hand to wave, but a second later, Cade is beside her, and I audibly groan.
“Hey there.” Cade smirks and I throw my head back with a sigh. “Nice of you to respond to my messages.”
He’s been texting since he told me about Blair, but I had more important things to worry about. Like getting my ass to LA.
“I’ve been busy. Can we talk about that later? It’s not important right now.”
“Well, ring the doorbell and we’ll buzz you up.”
“Does she know I’m coming?”
“Shut up!” someone else yells from a lower level, and I duck my head to hide my face.
“Just ring the doorbell, jackass. She doesn’t know.”
I sigh in relief, although maybe it’s better if she knew. At least then it wouldn’t be a shock when I walked in.
Cade wolf whistles while I jog to the door, and I flip him off seconds before disappearing under the protection of the arched entry. This would be so much easier if he wasn’t here.
As promised, Jenna—or I guess Cade—buzzes me in, and I bounce on the balls of my feet, waiting patiently for the elevatorto take its sweet-ass time traveling the short distance to Jenna’s floor.
The doors open and I jump, coming face-to-face with both Cade and Jenna, hands on their hips, trying hard to be threatening.I think.It’s not really working for either of them.
“Motherfucker.” I shake my head while Cade smirks.
“Sister fucker.”
“Nope,” I’m quick to respond. “That never happened.” I move to step around Cade, but his hand juts out to stop me.
“What are you doing?”
