This dude. This asshat in a suit, has taken hold of one of her hands.
And she hasn’t pushed him away. She’s nodding. He’s leaning toward her. He’s stroking his fingers on the back of her hand.
Oh, hell no. Anger coils down my spine. Charlie glances over at me. She sees me. She feels my tension. She probably fucking felt it before she knew I was here. She does that.
Seeing he’s lost her attention, asshat’s gaze follows hers.
I don’t care.
I don’t give a fuck.
I saunter over to her desk. “Hey, Charlie.” I let my eyes stray to her breasts for a little too long.
“Colt.” When she goes to stand, she realizes Asshat still has her hand. She tugs it away ever so fucking gently and flutters her hands over her bump. It’s her tell. She’s nervous as shit. “This is… Brent Webber. Brent, Colt Forrester.”
I still. The guy looked like an accountant. Average weight, maybe a little over. Maybe he’d been fit once, but he wasn’t any longer.
He’d had Charlie once and from the looks of things, he wanted her back.
Squirt’s fucking father.
Asshat is oblivious to the tension in me as well as Charlie’s apprehension. He shakes my hand pretentiously.
Recognizes me.
“A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Forrester. I hope you’ve enjoyed your stay here at Whiskey Creek. I take it Charlie’s made sure all your needs have been met?”
I grip his hand a little longer than necessary. “I haven’t seen you around. Thought I’d met everyone on the Whiskey Creek team.” I narrow my eyes. I can’t help it. This bastard. “And yes, Charlie’s… taken care of all my needs.”
“Oh, well. I’ve been on leave. I’m taking on the position of assistant manager now that I’m back. Contact me if I can do anything for you. Anything to make your stay even more memorable.
I wonder if she knew he would be here today. She must have. He’s the fucking father of her child.
Of Squirt.
He’d been inside of her. He’d planted his fucking seed inside of her. It takes all my self-control not to tear the bastard apart.
Except.
He came back.
This is perfect. Just so fucking perfect.
“Won’t be necessary, Webber. In fact, I’m here to check out. Decided to cut things short. Only so much a guy can do in one place for two weeks.” And then I wink. “If you know what I mean.”
I have Charlie’s full attention now. “You’re checking out?” I can’t look at her. I’ll see the hurt. I’m pissed that she let this bastard hold her hand. I’m pissed that she ever let him touch her.
I’m just so fucking pissed right now I can hardly see straight.
“Yeah. They need me in L.A. early.” They don’t. “We’re running into a few snags.” We aren’t.
She turns to Webber. “Brent, if you’ll excuse me. I need to, ah… take care of Mr. Forrester.” I turn my head and stare out the glass doors. This is it. This is goodbye.
“Of course. Business before pleasure.” Asshat takes her hand in both of his again. “So damn good to see you, babe. I’ll come by your place so we can talk later…” And then with another nod at me, he’s gone.
I raise one brow. “Sounds cozy.” I can’t help myself. I know I’m leaving. I have no right…
Doesn’t stop me from wanting to wipe the floor with the bastard.
