“What’s the status with you and Cowboy? I know you had lunch with him.”
I shake my head. “I don’t know anymore.” I wave my hand toward the building we just exited. “I should end it because of this, but I doubt he’ll let me. I could try to push him off for a bit.”
“Do it.”
“Okay.”
CHAPTER 7
COWBOY
It’s beenfour fucking weeks since I last saw her. Had her. Kissed her. Oh, I’ve spoken to her, but she’s done everything from trying to break up with me to pulling away, and using the fact that Butcher is her bodyguard to keep me away. I’m done.
Making my way across campus, I see Butcher sitting on his bike outside her dorm. Stalking toward him, I’m going to find out why Striker put him on her instead of a prospect. I don’t blame Striker. Hell, I’d put a killer on her too.
“Hey.” Butcher’s voice is so gravelly you’d think he gargled glass.
There’s a story there, but he won’t tell anyone about it. Just like the many scars on his body. With the tattoos, it gives his name more meaning, but it’s the fact that he truly is a killer that most people don’t know. Being a contract killer for a deadly organization allows him to have a flexible schedule, but even this is a long time for him to be here.
“Hey yourself. Why are you on Andi? She’s not available.”
“I know that.” He shrugs, and before I can grab him to demand answers, he adds, “You gonna tell Striker she’s yours yet? Or are you still being a wimp?”
I start to reach for him, but his eyebrow lifts in challenge.
“I’m not a wimp. I was waiting for him to not be worried about his boys.”
“He’s been home from the hospital for over a week now.”
“What?”
Andi never said anything about it. I had it on my calendar that it wasn’t happening until this week. That’s why I’m here.
He chuckles low. “She didn’t tell you.”
“What else didn’t she tell me?”
“Guess you better go ask her. I’ll only cover for so long.”
“Got it.”
I head to the entrance and get lucky, slipping into the building behind another student. The only security measure is the secure door entry. When the elevator door opens, my long legs carry me down the hall to her door in no time. I rap my knuckles against it and hear her say, “Just a moment,” right before the door swings open.
“Callum.” Andi’s voice is soft but carries a tinge of worry. She leans out and looks down the hall, making sure no one’s there.
“If you’re worried about Butcher, he said he’d cover for me for a bit.”
“Oh.”
I reach up and grab the doorframe, stopping myself from dragging her against me. I need answers. I need to know why she’s putting space between us. Her eyes follow my movement.
After I left the office today, I stopped by the clubhouse to change out of my nice shirt into a T-shirt, flannel, and my cut. It’s the middle of April now and warming up, but we still get random spring showers.
Andi’s eyes move over my body, hunger in her stare. She licks her lips, then pulls the bottom one between her teeth, and my control snaps.
Gently, I push her back into the room and kick the door closed. Reaching behind me, I flip the deadbolt and the hingedbar lock so the door can’t be opened, even with a key. I don’t want us disturbed.
“I have to go… I’m…” Andi pauses. “We can’t be together anymore.” She tries again, and a dark chuckle erupts from my chest.
