Corbin: Word is in. We got Reyes. We’ve got to tie up the loose ends, then we can all go home, boyos. Congratulations.
I closed my eyes and growled.
Fecking great. We were done but still couldn’t leave? Feck.
Sleep was an arsehole, and much like Aspen, it turned a cold shoulder on me. When the sky outside my window was bright, I crawled out of bed and dressed for the day in a lightweight tan suit. My eyes burned as I shambled out of my room and down the stairs to the dining room. I was running on empty and didn’t appreciate much of anything that was placed on the table. Jamie and Corbin were already up and talking quietly to each other in their seats across from me. The breath was knocked from my lungs when Aspen came to the table, looking refreshed and nice in a slate gray suit. He didn’t say a word to me while he ate.
Didn’t glance at me.
I might as well’ve been dirt.
“I’m ready whenever there’s something else for us to do,” he said to Jamie in his most professional tone before he left again. The only indication he’d been in the same room as me was a couple of empty dishes. I’d barely eaten anything, and I didn’t want to even try. I shoved my food away. The fecker. He didn’t even give me a chance to try to smooth this over.
Jamie glanced at me over his coffee cup, eyes twinkling.
“What?” I growled.
“Ya still haven’t told me why ya two are arguing.”
I waved a hand in the direction Aspen had disappeared. “Didn’t say a word. How did ye decide we had issues!?”
Corbin shrugged. “For Aspen, it isn’t usual for him to ignore you.” He lowered his newspaper to stare at me. “Seems like a lovers’ tiff.”
“Feck ye both.”
Jamie shrugged, but his smile didn’t slip. “Ya should do something he likes, if ya know what I mean? Hunter is putty in my hands after a nice evening with them all over his body.” He wiggled his fingers. “Make it all for him. Most men can’t resist that kind of... ego stroking.”
Corbin sighed behind his paper. “It’s good advice for once, which is a record coming from this one.”
“Hey!” Jamie swatted at Corbin’s paper and actually got a chuckle from the other side.
“We’re grand,” I snapped, sliding back my chair. I stomped out of the dining room and kept going until I was outside leaning against the wall and staring at the bloody fecking pool that had singed my backside raw the other day. A wee green gecko scared twelve lifetimes out of me when it scampered down the wall next to my shoulder. I jerked away and glared at the reptile.
“Bastard!”
It blinked at me.
My phone rang and I dragged it out of my pocket. Fallon’s photo flashed on the screen. I was both happy and annoyed because I was busy being angry, but I answered the video call and forced myself to grin back at his smiling face.
“Hey there, slugger. Or shall I call ye jaws now?”
He rolled his eyes with a groan and hung his head, obscuring his handsome face with his hair. I didn’t miss that he was on my bed, and I considered asking him about it, but I liked that he was there. He brushed his hair straight back with one hand and I was speared by his blue eyes. Feck, I missed him. This wouldn’t be as bad if I was at home with him. “Why jaws?”
I straightened and raised my eyebrows. “Didn’t them firemen need the Jaws of Life to free yer cock? Ye best not have smiled at none of them while they did it. I’m going to ask Rowen when I get back, and if ye flirted, ye’re in trouble.”
Fallon groaned and scowled. Fecking hell, I should’ve talked about something else. “It was a saw.” He bared his teeth as if he was lost in the memory.
“Ye all right?” I asked, feeling stupid with how soft my voice came out.
He nodded. “Yeah.”
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there.”
“Wow,” he said, staring at me through the distance from the phone screen.
“What?” I asked, immediately irritated.
“Did you apologize to me?”
