Going Private
Wyatt
Tom fucked us. At least information-wise. I’ve been trying to get into his cloud account for the past hour. He must have changed his password, which isn’t normal for him. We’ve been friends for as long as either of us remembers. We’ve shared practically everything.
There’s only one secret between us, but he knows it even though I’ve never said it.
My phone rings. When I glance at the screen, it’s Talia. She’s the last person I want to talk to tonight, but if I don’t answer, she’ll keep calling. Fuck.
“Hello.”
“Come join me, Wyatt. You work too much,” she practically whines. The sound of electronic music pulses in the background. I should end things with her, but she goes to events with me and doesn’t seem to need more, except when she’s been drinking.
We haven’t fucked in months.
“I’m busy, Talia.” I glance toward the door. Finn hasn’t come home yet. He was supposed to check in with Sara and then check in with us. Maybe he went out afterward.
My thoughts always drift to Sara. At first it annoyed me to want my friend’s sister, but now it’s settled into a raw ache that I ignore as best I can.
“Too busy to fuck me?” Talia practically shouts to be heard over the music. “I could come over and do that thing you like.”
“Not tonight,” I yell to make sure she hears me. I’ve put her off for the past few weeks. She’s sexy, but she’s not the one I want. It’s growing difficult to pretend otherwise.
“Wy-att.”
I hate the way she says my name in that whining baby voice. Talia is becoming less convenient.
“Not tonight.” I hang up and toss the phone onto the couch cushion.
The door opens and Finn walks in, running his hand through his hair.
I straighten, immediately worried. “How is she?”
Finn’s eyes widen a fraction before he focuses on me. “Who?”
Fuck Tom for leaving us in charge of her. He’s the one that always reminds me of the bro code. That our friendship is more important than my desire.
“Sara.” My eyes narrow. The guys know who I’m referring to, so what’s going on with Finn? Maybe she wasn’t there? Maybe she’s at that guy’s house? My fist clenches as my insides boil.
“She’s good.” He blows out a breath and his hand goes back through his hair. “Yup, good.”
“Any concerns about the guy?” Something is wrong, but I don’t know what. Finn isn’t meeting my eyes. Maybe he left her with the guy. Maybe he caught them in the middle of something.
My blunt nails dig into my palm, but I don’t care. It’s nothing compared to the pain of knowing someone else can have Sara.
“Drew’s a nice guy.” He backs away a step and grins. “She makes excellent cake. I need to clean up.”
My brow furrows as he rushes for his bedroom. The door closes behind him. What the fuck is wrong with Finn? What isn’t he telling me?
Dante strolls into the living room and sits with his laptop. He’s been trying to trace Tom’s phone. Since our company pays for it, we have access. I shake off Finn’s odd behavior, but the need to check on Sara lingers.
“Did you find anything?” Dante asks, almost absent-mindedly. “His phone is off. He might have ditched it.”
“He changed his password on the cloud.” I set my laptop on the coffee table and walk to the bar. The whiskey is still on the counter from Sara. I grab a glass and pour some. She looked amazing this afternoon. But she’s always stunning.
I take a sip. This isn’t typical Tom behavior. He doesn’t usually go dark. Not on me.
Dante huffs. “We don’t have a lot to go on. Maybe this is about a woman. Who knows with Tom?”
