‘Faulty… shower,’ I mutter. ‘Thought I’d check it out.’
Theo looks at me.
At the door.
Back at me.
‘Isn’t that Tay’s room?’
‘I was passing.’
He squints. ‘Dude. What is it with you and malfunctioning water systems lately? You got a plumbing kink I should know about?’
There are probably a dozen cocky answers I could give him.
Instead, all I can think is:
I’ve been played.
For the first time in forever, someone else held all the cards. And no, I ain’t counting Trouble and her damn cock’l.
But if someone offered me a do-over with Taylor right now?
Not to kiss her.
Not to make her gush.
I’d hand her the whole damn deck myself and tell her to have at it.
Theo studies me. ‘You good, man?’
‘Yeah,’ I lie.
Because I just broke my ultimate rule. And I have no fucking idea how to come back from that.
Worse, how towantto.
‘You sure?’ he says. ‘You’re looking kinda peaky.’
‘You want ice?’ I say. ‘Because I want ice.’
I grab his bucket and head for the kitchen before I do something monumentally stupid.
Like storm Tay’s door and ruin her dream with mine.
15
TAYLOR
If revenge is sweet, then payback is perfect… just not for long.
Two weeks, five days, and roughly twenty hours later, I’m no longer basking in its glow. I’m pacing in the dark.
Ghosted. Confused. Hurting in places I didn’t know he could reach – places anyone could reach.
Since stepping off the yacht, I’ve heard nothing. Not a peep. I don’t even know where he is. London. Australia. The States. Hell, he could be in Russia with the work he does, the people his firm protects…
Would I have known where he was before, when we werejustfriends?
