“Are you going to?”
“I don’t know.” I do know. I shouldn’t. But I want to, and that’s the problem.
I shove the phone back in my pocket, cross my arms over my chest.
Estelle pushes off the counter, grabs her receipt pad, and starts for the front. “You should,” she calls over her shoulder. “Good sex and a good partner are worth it.”
I pick up the damp rag and wipe down the counter with a little more energy than is called for. I rinse and hang it over the edge of the little sink, wiping my fingers on my butt.
My breath catches in my throat. I check the left pocket, the right, both the front pockets. I rip my bag out from under the counter and dive into it with both hands. It’s not here.
Reed’s knife.
It’s not here.
I cover my mouth. I’ve never let it out of my sight since Reed gave it to me. If I lose it…
My phone buzzes again.
Beckett:
Ash. Just checking in to make sure you’re good.
I put the phone down and shove my hands in my back pocket. I must not have taken the knife out of the tiny purse last night.
Right. I have a job to do. It doesn’t matter if the sex was good, or if Beckett tried to make me feel special.
This is about Reed.
I pick up my phone and stare at it. I can do this. Everything is fine. As long as he doesn’t fuck me again.
Ash:
Hi! I had a fantastic time what are you up to today
Chapter sixteen
BECKETT
Beckett:
We never got to dessert. Can I take you out tonight?
I watch the little dots flash on the screen as she types. They disappear and come back. Liam rewrites his texts all the time too.
Ash:
you had your dessert and you still wantmore?
My lip twitches.OK, play it cool, Hansen. You absolutely cannot tell her that you could eat her out all day, every day.I type “I promised you a knot” and then delete it. That’s an asshole move.
Beckett:
I already fed you expensive steak and expensive wine. Let’s go for a hattrick with cake?
Ash:
do you know as much about cake as you do about wine?
