you’re ok. But if she tries to come back home and you stop her, that’s some bad shit.”
Nick chokes out a laugh. “Did you research this before or after you married Becca?”
Kade sighs and runs his fingers through his hair. “Last week.” He scowls as we laugh, but,
seriously? It’s funny shit, especially when it’s someone else.
“The car thing again?” Kade’s been trying to get Becca to drive something new and safer. But the
woman is stubborn as hell, and even though she’s married to a man who can clearly afford to buy her
one, she doesn’t seem to want anything from him.
“No, actually. She hasn’t been driving it lately.” His mouth quirks as he flashes a look at Jonas.
“For some reason, it won’t start. I get it running, then the next morning, dead in the water.”
Jonas widens his eyes and very deliberately stares at the ceiling, avoiding our gazes. He whistles
casually and cracks us up.
“You’re still pulling that shit?” Nick asks, laughing.
Jonas scowls at him, then over at Kade. “That car is not safe. She should not be driving it. You
need to handle that.”
“I’m fucking trying, man. She won’t let me buy her one.”
Jonas tilts his head, eyes drifting to the corner of the room. A small smile curves across his mouth.
We all stare at him, which takes him a while to notice. He just shrugs. “Are you fighting?”
Kade and I eye each other and nod. We dance around each other a little more, hands up, ready to
work out our frustrations. “Wait, what exactly is going on with you and Maya? You guys seem really
good together.” Nick asks.
“I don’t fucking know,” I snarl, dropping my hands to glare at him. “Things were great and now it
seems like she’s pulling away from me. Now I find out fucking Abby has been filling her head with
doubts.”
“What doubts?” Ransom asks quietly, hands tucked into his pockets.
“All of them! That I’m a fucking womanizer, that I’ll get bored with her. That our power dynamic
is fucked up.” I groan and bend over, resting my hands on my knees. “It is fucked up, but not the way
Abby thinks. Maya has all this power over me. One word from her and she’s got all of me. Nothing
exists but her. She…”
I clear my throat and force out the words. “She bought me dog slippers. To match hers. They’re
fucking hideous. And I wear them. And,” I can barely get the rest of it out. “They’re so fucking warm.
