“Hello, asshat.”
“The fuck you pouting about now?” Alex elevated a brow. “Problem with the missus?”
“Almost.” I grabbed a seat and joined them. “Problem with a certain bitch-ass boy who promised me Tristan Hale and didn’t deliver.”
There was zero awkwardness between us.
Yeah, he’d fucked Tierney as a favor to me. But that was where it ended.
I’d chosen well—a Rasputin man, a last name Tierney wouldn’t take if she had to die a thousand deaths.
A good-looking motherfucker whom she trusted and had shared history with, but one who’d never occupied her thoughts or left her craving more. She’d had plenty of opportunities to meet him again over the years and had chosen not to.
All in all, it was a good deal, and one I didn’t regret.
Sure, it killed me. I threw up multiple times before and after the act. And yes, a part of me died last night.
But a part of her resurrected, too. I saw it in her eyes. In the way she looked at me afterward, withrealtrust. With ease.
It was worth it.
Tiernan drummed his fingers on his desk, tilting his head. “Actually, Hale arrived. Couldn’t find your ass anywhere, though.”
Alex and I exchanged a quick look before I spoke. “Was he wearing a mask?”
“Naturally,” Tiernan said. “Where were you?”
“With Tierney.”
“You went with my sister?” His green eye turned impatient.
“Uh-huh.”
“You blew off a meeting with the most elusive contract killer on planet Earth for a…for your fiancée, whom you live with?” he asked again.
I cocked an eyebrow. “I’m sorry, am I speaking to the same motherfucker who stood in the middle of a goddamn birthday meal at my parents’ house to screw his bride after she ground all over him at the dinner table?”
His jaw flexed in annoyance at the mention ofthatdebacle.
“And you?” Tiernan turned to Alex.
“Important phone call.” Not a muscle in his face moved. He lied well and often. “I’ll call him now. I bet he’s still around.”
“You do that, while I go check on Lila.” Tiernan stood and grabbed his phone.
“Check on her?” I glanced up. “Is she okay?”
“Fine. Just a little nauseous.”
“You knocked her up already?” My voice tightened. “Nero’s not even a year old, for fuck’s sake.”
“Mind your own business, asshole.” Tiernan flashed me a cheerful smile, exiting the room.
Alex reached for his phone, punching in a number, then a few sequences of numbers to connect to Hale. Eyes on his screen, he asked, “Tierney okay?”
“None of your fucking business,” I hissed out. So much for keeping my shit in check. One more look from this fucker and I was going to wipe Vegas off the fucking map.
An indulgent smirk tipped the corner of Alex’s mouth. “I was glad to help yesterday.”
