Those words really fell from my lips... toher.
I growled.
Eyes came to me.
I barked, “I’m not a fucking side show. Get back to fucking work.”
Every pair of eyes that had come to me was suddenly away from me.
Flynn was in the ring sparring with Cash.
The power he just used with the one-two combo, “Good.”
I watched as they did multiple combos.
And then I watched as Flynn threw an upper cut, and I called out, “Control it better next time. Control, boy.”
Just as he did what I said in the next round, my phone pinged with a text.
Normally, I wouldn’t check it when I was training someone, but... hoping it was Lila, I pulled my cell from my pocket.
I felt a smile tug at my lips at the name on the screen.
Lila – Hey, do y’all have plans on Sunday?
Me – No. Why? What’s up?
Lila – Every year, Bax’s department has a potluck. Would you, Cole, and Madalyn like to go with me?
Me – Take it he wasn’t the one?
She didn’t reply.
Fuck me.
Why the fuck had I asked her that?
Because you can’t help yourself.
Not where she’s concerned.
Thank Christ.
Lila – No. He definitely wasn’t.
Lila – It was so bad that Mom promised to stop doing it.
Me – Good.
Lila – Why is that good?
Me – Cause you deserve better.
Like I had any room to talk.
Did I think Lila was the coolest chick I had ever met... yes. She was.
But that fucking nightmare set in the back of my mind like the worst taste of something you have ever tasted.
