“I will... Just not right now.”Not while a certain someone could overhear, I think but don’t say.
“And you’re sure you don’t want me to come get you?”
“Not right now. I’ll call you if I need a couch to crash on.”
“That won’t be necessary.” My gaze shoots up to find Macallan standing in the doorway, his arms crossed in front of his broad chest. “You’re staying here.”
“What did he say?” I vaguely hear Char ask.
“Nothing. I’ll call you later, yeah?”
“You better.”
It’s the last thing I hear before I end the call, my entire focus shifting to Mac.
“How are you doing?” he asks, pushing off the doorframe to cross the room toward me.
“A little freaked out but otherwise okay.”
“I’m sorry about all this.” He lowers himself onto the bed next to me. “Lana is...”
“A lunatic...” I offer.
“That seems a fitting word.” A semblance of a smile tugs at his full lips and my eyes are immediately drawn to the action, still feeling the effects of those lips on mine.
“Do you really think she’ll leave?” I ask.
“If she doesn’t want to end up in jail, she will.”
“Good move, thinking to record her like that.”
“I had a feeling if I goaded her, she would admit to it, and I didn’t want to miss the opportunity to get leverage on her.”
“Shouldn’t we turn her in? I mean, even if she does leave, it’s only a matter of time before she does this to someone else.”
“Perhaps. But I’d like to give her a chance to do the right thing for once.”
“You’re too soft for your own good.” I give him a pointed look.
“I’m the exact opposite of soft, or would you like to investigate this fact for yourself?” He cocks a brow.
“Your bed is really soft,” I blurt, an unnatural heat spreading up my neck before spilling onto my cheeks.
“Not the first time you’ve been in it, though, if I remember right.”
It takes me longer than it should to realize what he’s referring to because this is the first time I’ve ever been here withhim.
“I lied. I didn’t sleep with Trev in your bed,” I admit.
“But you did sleep with him?” He shifts toward me, and it takes everything I have to meet his gaze.
“I did. It was once and—”
“Don’t tell me anything else or I’m liable to walk out there and put his ass through a window.” The way he says it causes my heart to stutter.
“I don’t like him like that. I never have. I only wanted...”
“To make me jealous?” He guesses.
