I’ve seen him jealous before, I’ve seen him pissed, but he was in a full-blown rage this afternoon. It was like he saw red when he thought something more had happened between me and Seth.
And… I didn’t hate it.
Maybe it’s just nice to know he’s still got some fight in him after all.
Flipping onto my side, I feel for my phone through the darkness, and I find it beside the lamp. I lie back again, settling on the pillow as I tap out a text.
Blue: You’re all I can think about.
Before I can talk myself out of it, I hitsend, then clutch the phone to my chest. I swear I still feel him touching me, still feel his stubble grazing the insides of my thighs. I squeeze them together, but it doesn’t help. I’m still just as addicted to himnowas I ever was.
Not a big surprise, it’s just been so long since our issues haven’t stolen all the air from the room.
The phone buzzes in my hands, and I’m already smiling when I peer down at the screen. Only, it isn’t West. Instead, it’s a name I could go my whole life without seeing again.
April Lawson.
I’m seconds from letting the call go to voicemail, but I’m a glutton for punishment, I guess.
“Hello?”
“Blue. Thank God you answered.”
Sounds like we both know I shouldn’t have. She’s been acting like Queen Bitch lately, so I would’ve been well within my rights to block her ass.
But she seems frantic, nothing like her usual calculated self. So, I’m curious what might be amiss in her perfectly manicured little world.
“You barely caught me. I was almost asleep,” I lie.
“Shit. I know it’s late. Sorry. I wouldn’t have called if it weren’t an emergency.”
“It’s fine. What’s up?”
She breathes deep, and I roll my eyes at the ceiling. “Look, I know we haven’t exactly been friendly lately, and I won’t insult you by apologizing before I ask for a favor, but… I’m desperate, Blue. I… I need you.”
I cover my mouth when I almost laugh out loud. Yep, still Queen Bitch.
“I’m listening.”
“Well, I—” she pauses, voice quivering. “We need to talk. But not like this. Will you meet me?”
My brow gathers. “April, it’s nearly midnight. I—”
“Blue. Please. If it wasn’t important, believe me, I wouldn’t have called.”
My eyes fall closed.
I’m warm, I’m comfortable, and most of all, I’m not in the mood to put up with April’s bullshit.
“Please,” she says again, and I’m tempted to cave.
She’s right. She’s been far from friendly, and I owe her absolutely nothing, but there’s just this feeling in my gut. It’s telling me I should put my pride aside and go.
“Fine. Where?”
“Anywhere you want.”
There’s no way I’m bringing her here, and no way I’d ever go to her home. So, I choose someplace neutral.
