“Do you think Holt is going to let you out of his sight right now,” she asks me cautiously. I mull over her words.
“Well, no—I guess you are right. And I don’t want to be that main character in the horror movie that everyone hates for making stupid decisions,” I say to her. She nods seriously.
“I guess I just hate relying so heavily on Holt. I’m not used to it,” I share with her. Meg nods again.
“Again, I totally get it— but you are going to have to get used to relying on him. He isn’t going to let you do things on your own anymore. Believe me,” she says sagely. I know that Holt and Sterling are very similar. I look over at the guys. They are still deep in discussion and drop my voice.
“Speaking of similarities… is Sterling, I mean does he have… is he…,” I trail off not sure how to ask and just hoping that Meg is on the best friend telepathy train this afternoon.
“Is he pierced, you mean,” she jumps in. She is smirking at me. She looks back at the table to check and see if they are still focused on the footage.
“He sure is— I wish I knew who did it, I would write them a very long thank you note,” she says laughing.
“I know that Holt is too… it was a dare,” she explains casually. I just look at her with my mouth open.
“You knew and you didn’t tell me,” I say, slightly outraged. She giggles and sets her mug down on the coffee table.
“Well at the time, you were in denial about what was happening between you both. So it didn’t really come up,” Meg shrugs. I can’t say that I blame her. She is right, I wasn’t ready to hear it.
“Besides, it isn’t like it’s a bad thing. Its so, so good,” she says. Her eyes glaze over— and my mind drifts.
“It sure is so good, like unreal,” I murmur in agreement. I remember this morning in the shower.
“What are we talking about, ladies,” Sterling’s voice floats over the back of the couch. I jump a bit and Meg’s cheeks turn red.
“Nothing,” I say. My voice pitched slightly higher than normal. Sterling chuckles and kisses Meg’s head.
I feel the couch sink next to me and find Holt sitting there. His hand resting on my thigh. He squeezes gently.
“Did you guys make any headway with the footage,” I ask. Changing the subject, not wanting to admit to the fact that we were basically just talking about their dicks. Sterling shakes his head.
“Well, we are waiting on one more neighbor to come through with their doorbell camera, but the angles that we have aren’t really helpful,” Holt says. I sigh, not surprised that we are hitting another dead end.
“We still have the Facebook profile,” Carter reminds us. He has approached the living room area. Suddenly an idea strikes me.
“What if I message him back,” I suggest. Holt is shaking his head no, but the other two men are considering it. I just need to convince Holt.
“Come on, it isn’t like I’m talking to him in person,” I reason. Holt’s head tilts and he looks at me as if he is assessing my mental health.
“Look, you can sit with me— look over my shoulder and help me respond,” I cajole. He looks at Sterling and Carter who nod at him once.
“I don’t like it— the guy is an asshole and you don’t need that toxic shit,” he says tersely. I reach for his hand and squeeze it.
“I can do it, this could help us end this faster,” I push gently. He sits quietly, and finally gets up to get my phone. He hands the phone to me and sits back down.
Chapter 42
Holt
I can think of nothing I hate more than having Piper deal with this shit, but she isn’t wrong.We have come up with a game plan and Piper is tapping away on the phone. Carter has plugged her phone into his laptop and is running it through one of his tech programs. He called in a favor from someone and is hoping that while we are communicating we can pinpoint an IP address.
Piper:Who is this???
Jordan T. Willis:You know who I am.
Piper:I’m sorry, I don’t. Can you help me remember?
Jordan T. Willis:You dumb bitch. Do you think I don’t know what you are doing?
