“Nothing,” I answer, tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear. I showered after we returned from The Palace so at least I don’t smell like sex anymore, but I still feel pretty damn drunk. I’m going to have to sleep it off.
“You two are up to something.” Haven narrows her amber eyes.
Jasmine goes to speak, but the double doors to the suite open, and the guys enter.
I rise to my feet. “Everything okay?” I ask Titan.
“Yeah.” He comes over and kisses my forehead.
We have a lot to discuss, but right now, I’m just glad they returned from wherever they went. And I don’t see any blood splattered on their clothes. But … “Why are you wet?” I ask.
He ignores my question.
“So what did you find?” Grave asks, biting into a banana.
“We’re going to New York,” Luca announces.
“All of us?” Haven asks.
“Yes,” Titan is the one who answers. “Well.” He points at Grave and Cross. “You two are staying here.”
“Thank God,” Grave mumbles with a mouthful. “I hate New York. The city stinks, and I hate how crowded it is.”
I’m not sure it’s much different than Vegas when it comes to tourists, but I don’t voice my opinion.
“Do we even know what we’re looking for?” I ask.
“I will by the time we leave,” Bones answers me. “I have some contacts that I’ve already reached out to who are in New York.”
“Who do you know there?” I ask.
“He’s been fucking a supermodel there for the past few months,” Grave answers, winking up at his brother.
“Oh,” I say, unable to hide my surprise. I didn’t know he was seeing someone. I never thought he’d be unavailable. I mean, I don’t want him to myself, but we’ve had sex. I also don’t want to be the other woman.
Bones eyes his brother. “She’s not my contact.” Then looks at Jasmine. “It’s not like that.”
She shrugs, shoving M&M’s into her mouth.
“Why would Bones think Jasmine cares if he’s seeing someone in New York or not?” Haven whispers in my ear.
“Shh,” I tell her, trying to cover up this very awkward conversation.
“Have they …?”
“Hey Jasmine, pass me some of those M&M’s,” I order, reaching out my hand to avoid what Haven was about to ask me. I don’t want to have to explain what we did just a few hours ago in The Palace. It’s over. We’re moving on.
“I say give it two days. At the most,” Bones goes on. “That gives us enough time to get stuff in order before we leave.”
“How long will we be gone?” I ask.
“Depends on a few factors,” Titan responds but doesn’t go into detail about what he means by factors, so I drop it. Not like I have a life here anymore. Both parents dead. Burned down my house. Why do I care how long I’ll be gone?
Grave goes off to his room, already calling someone on his cell, and Cross walks over to Bones and starts having a conversation with him. I stand and hug Jasmine bye and then Haven. “I’ll see you girls soon.”
“Yep, call me later.” Jasmine kisses my cheek. “Get some sleep. You need it.” She winks at me.
“What’s going on?” Haven asks. “I know you guys are keeping something from me.”
“Look, we’ll have a long flight to New York, okay? I’ll tell you then. Right now, I just want to go to bed.” I dodge it for tonight.
She gives me a hug and walks out with Luca and Nite. I walk into Titan’s room and remove my shirt as he enters.
He locks his doors and turns to face me.
“I’m really tired.” I say trying to dodge what I know he wants to talk about. I’ve been staying with him since I burned down my parents’ house, but we haven’t spoken. I’ve ignored him. Until we had sex in The Palace earlier this evening.
He steps into me and lifts his hand. He gently cups my cheek, and I lean into the warmth. “We’re not doing this.”
“What?” I ask yawning.
“Fighting over something so idiotic. You’ve played this game long enough.” He leans down and kisses my forehead.
“But you lied to me.” I dig into my foggy and drunk brain to remember what has kept me standoff-ish toward him for the past week to begin with.
“I never lied to you. I didn’t willingly give you information.”
“Same thing,” I growl.
“No, it’s not.” He runs a hand down his face. “What do you want, an apology?”
“That would be a good start.” I lift my chin.
“Okay.” He crosses his tatted arms over his chest. “You go first.”
I gasp. “What do I have to apologize for?”
“You put yourself in danger by setting your house on fire.” I open my mouth to argue that, but he continues. “And you cost me thirty grand to say it was not arson.”
“Thirty grand?” I breathe.