Stopping abruptly, I face her, lower my voice, and keep the cadence smooth and calm. “I never asked you to.”
My manner seems to incite her more. Spittle spews as she hisses, “You knew full well we couldn’t be on the same team and still have sex.”
“Which is why I broke it off.” My jaw drops. We only slept together four or five times. She was the one who insisted we stay casual.Why the anger? Why now? It’s been years.
“You loved me, and you still do.” She cups my cheeks, and I step back before she can bring her lips to mine.
“Britt, I’ve got a wife and kid. Nothing is going to happen between us.” I almost add, ‘You’re delusional,’ but bite my tongue. She can believe whatever she wants if she stays clear of me and Gwen.
Silent, jaw muscles clenched, she drives her Caddy back to my house. Just as we’re about to turn onto my road, she grabs my crotch.
“I said no.” Peeling her hand off me, I note the Jeep in my driveway and thank God my Gwen made it home.
“Ah, come on now. I was just kidding around.” Her antics overshoot my bullshit threshold by a mile.
“Pull over.”
When she doesn’t slow, I reach for the key, turn it, and toss it out the window.
Her face turns into an ugly sneer. “You need me, and if you don’t work with my informant, I’ll tell your Assistant Deputy Director how you screwed up your one opportunity to take Ledbetter down.”
“Get some help, Britt.” I jump out of the car, slam the door, and run toward my porchlights.
Chapter 4
“Death smiles at everyone, only wolves smile back” ~Unknown.
Gwen
My heart thumps as I wait in my driveway. When headlights flash across my Jeep, I duck below the steering wheel and grip my weapon. Did the bear-sized assailant follow me home? Is he poised to pounce the moment I open myvehicle?
Done taking chances, I shrink lower in the seat. What the hell is taking Wulf so long? A vivid image of him adjusting his fly flashes in my mind’s eye. Is he having another quickie with the boobalicious babe?
Girrrrl, stop bein’ stupid and let him explain before jumpin’ to conclusions. You’re better than that.Beyoncé shoulder angel is right. My man is as loyal as they come.
At the sound of a message alert, I glance at my phone, start to type, and the battery dies.Fucking perfect.He thinks I’m hurt, and now, I have no way of responding.
If I am to believe Lucky, the events of this evening are my fault. I probably shouldn’t’ve followed my FBI agent, but thank God I did. What if knife-guy was Brittany’s so-called informant and wanted to kill Axel?
Fuck Farid. Despite years of therapy, my ex-husband’s gaslighting still affects my behavior. If anyone’s to blame for my jealousy, it’s him.
As time passes, I picture worse and worse scenarios. On the verge of hyperventilation, I close my eyes. “Hydrogen, helium, lithium, beryllium…”
Finished reciting the periodic table, I start over. Once I reach the transition elements, a knock on my window makes me jump out of my skin. Shaking, I point my RF weapon, recognize the angry face behind the fist, lower my hand, and clunk my forehead on the wheel.
When it becomes evident Axel is going nowhere, I roll down the window and brace for the wrath of an angry wolf.
“What are you doing out here? Didn’t you get my texts?” My husband reaches in, unlatches the lock.
The moment the door opens, I jump into his arms, blinking back tears. “I didn’t mean to worry you. My cell ran out of juice, but I didn’t dare leave the car.”
“I thought I might’ve lost you. My God, Gwen, what were you thinking?” The switch from concerned spouse to ballisticFed makes me lash out.
“Did you fuck her?” I have every right to ask, but when he grabs my shoulders, I have second thoughts.
Brows creased, he searches my face. “What? Of course I didn’t. Jesus, babe. What kind of man do you think you married?”
It may be unfair, but we must air this wound before it festers. “One that would kiss his ex-lover.”
