Page 118 of The Mysterious One


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“You don’t want to talk to him?”

I let out a loud breath. “I want to talk about this dream of yours. What I don’t want to do today is fulfill any of the family’s favors. I don’t want to be nagged about something they need—because they always fucking need something.” I squeezed her fingers. “I want to be right here. Present. With you.”

Before I even returned the phone to the nightstand, it vibrated in my hand, a text coming through my notifications.

Colson

I have one hell of a fucking story for you. You’re not going to believe what I’m about to tell you. CALL ME.

I huffed. “Apparently, he has a hell of a story to tell me.” I put the phone away.

“You know, it’s funny, now that I’ve met all your siblings, since they’ve either popped into Charred to see you or they’ve eaten there, Colson is the one who intrigues me the most. Well, aside from Eden, that is. That woman is beyond interesting. But Colson … I don’t know. I get the feeling there’s just more to that man than he lets on. Like there are things under the surface, and I want to know what they are.” She paused. “Ya know?”

I chuckled. “As far as Eden is concerned, she has endless layers, and every one is interesting. What kind of vibes are you picking up from Colson?”

With her legs still crossed, she rocked over the bed. “You know the ones who come across all innocent, but deep down,there’s this wildness to them? Maybe even a scandalous side? That’s the vibe I pick up from him.”

“Baby, you fucking nailed that one.” I scratched my chest, knowing I was about to open a whole can of shit. “Back in the day, I used to go to sex clubs with Colson.”

Her eyes grew larger than I’d ever seen them. “What?”

“Yeah. It was his thing. I just went along for the ride.”

“A …ride?”

I laughed. “I guess I could have picked a better word. But, yes, that whole period of my life … was one fucked-up ride.”

Me

I’ve got a project for you. It’s not going to be easy. Not like any of the Weston shit, I mean. But if anyone can do this, it’s you.

Jenner

I’m all ears.

Me

I’ll call you in a little while to discuss what we’re looking for. We, as in Alivia, my girl, and me.

Jenner

It’s about fucking time, brother. Looking forward to that call.

Jenner

Paperwork has been submitted to the landlord.

Me

Should you reach out to the landlord of Option B just in case Option A falls through?

Jenner

I don’t think we need to. With your name co-signed on that lease, no landlord is going to say no. You’re going to get the property, Walker. There’s no doubt in my mind.

Me

I should have just bought the fucking place.