It was good enough for me.
However,now withthe thought in my head, it can’t happen again. This crazy-ass, weird possession I have over my best friend. Not only is it unhealthy for our friendship, but my over-the-top female starts to rear her ugly head because the concept of Levi bringing another woman into our lives is a no for me.
It’s a hell no, actually.
It’s entirely unfair when I had two guys I was screwing at the same time, and now Cairo. Plus I have a legal and realhusband.Who the hell am I to say anything about what Levi does and who he does it with?
I don’t.
Regardless, I still fucking do it anyway.
Astor, get real.
Biting the inside of my lip, I need to come to grips with reality. Now that I have Levi back, he’s not going to take his life for granted again when he almost died on me. With my luck, some hot little number might come sliding up in his life and he may jump at the opportunity.
No.
No.
And no.
Something shifted between us. This wasn’t something to check off his to-do list.
“This is lookin’ familiar, Wildfire.”
And again…no.
Sweat begins to form at the back of my neck as my steps slow. The room blurs into whites and blacks, which wouldn’t be too much of a concern because that’s the color of the space, but it’s the name.
The softness of the undertone as it leaves his lips and knocks my whole world off its axis.
Slowly, I turn my head to the familiar voice and find the relaxed frame and man behind the bars caging me in.
Torin stares at me with impassive, tawny eyes, and my breath catches in my throat. Every hair on my body rises in warning, relief, and awe.
For a second, I forget everything that’s happened. He’s the man who chased me around when we were younger. The boy I wanted to be with because he would’ve treated me better than my current waste of time and space. The guy who would sneak into places he never should’ve been in just to steal a moment with me.
Torin promised safety and pretty things that made me feel beautiful and powerful. The person I began to trust before he tried to drown me in the Atlantic, knowing my fear of the water and lack of swimming skills.
Torin quickly double-crossed me with his ears covered and his emotions out of whack.
My face hardens, and we’re back. Two petty assholes who couldn’t be more different but alike.
“I thought you died,” I lie, crossing my arms along my chest to keep myself together because this is hard. It’s difficult to be myself around him because he knows me, and we’ve shared shit I haven’t given anyone else in a really long time.
And then I notice his dogs sitting faithfully next to him, Kona and Koda.
“And I heard that you asked about me once,” he replies flatly but doesn’t sound surprised.
I never said he was stupid.
And asking more than once would’ve meant it looked like I cared. Then I’d have Cairo asking me if I wanted to see him and that’d turn into a whole conversation I didn’t want to have. I learned through the subtle drops and random things I would hear Cairo say on the phone.
Pretty Boy was alive and well, that was enough.
Seeing him in the flesh, that’smorethan what my brain can handle right now.
“What the hell are you doing here, Wildes?” Muncy suddenly carps out from the other side of the room, breaking through the slivers of anxiety coursing through my veins. “Visiting hours are?—”
