Like Tillie Jean isn’t plotting somethinghugenow that we’re in this window where she can fuck with my game with no repercussions.
And they still owe me for the glitter bomb.
I debate telling him I need to pee and asking him if he can drop me off at my place first, decide he’d drop me off last just for shits and giggles, and instead poke Emilio next to me. “Is Marisol gonna kill you for being out late?” I whisper.
Loudly.
Max’s eye twitches as he shoots a look at the backseat.
And it works.
I get dropped off first.
But I don’t head into the house the normal way.
Oh, hells, no.
Not when Tillie Jean’s here causing trouble.
I’m going in the back.
And I’m gonna show her who’s the prank boss.
32
Waverly
Cooper’s couchin his house in Copper Valley is every bit as comfortable as I’d expect it to be.
While I haven’t been here before, I know it’s definitely his house. The code got me in the door. His kitchen is stocked with Fireballs paraphernalia. He’s sent me selfies from this living room.
Bonus, it smells like him.
Extra bonus, it’s the one place I’ve actually been able to doze in the past forty-eight hours.
Pretty impressive, considering I ditched my entire security team eight hours ago and feel like my entire world is upside down.
They lied to me.
They all lied to me.
You’re not eating right, you’re not sleeping enough, and frankly, as much as I want to believe Cooper Rock can be a one-woman guy, you’re miserable. Yes, I’ve been expressing my concerns to Zinnia. Yes, I suspected she was behind a few of the media reports about him. But no, I had no idea she was fucking around in his endorsement deals.
I shake my head to get Kiva’s voice out of it, and instead hear her asking if this place is actually safe enough for me.
It’s Cooper’s house. It has to be.
While I don’t know if there are alarms on the windows, the blinds are all closed and nobody saw me come in. Ifeelsafe here.
Hashtag is sprawled across me purring loudly, and he’ll make a complete and total ruckus if anyone comes in the house.
“Thank you for being a cat,” I whisper to him.
He lifts his head, purrs in my face, licks a paw, and then puts his head back on my chest.
I check my watch.
Two-thirty in the morning.
