“It’s okay,” Wren says, holding on to my arm.
It’s not okay. “Say something else about her, and you’ll be picking the pavement from outside out of your teeth for the rest of the night.”
Shane holds up his hands in supplication. “Can you at least get Emilio to put me back on the tour?” he says to Wren.
So that’s what this is about.
“He fired you?” Wren asks.
“Yeah.” He clenches his fists. “He fired me.”
She narrows her eyes at him. “What did you do?”
“What makes you think I did anything?”
She rolls her eyes. “Because I know you.”
“I failed a drug test. And there was…a little incident with a roadie. But she dropped the charges.”
Wren freezes. “How old was she?”
“Seventeen,” he mutters. And all over again, I fucking hate him, even more than I did before.
“Rot in hell, Shane,” she says, and then she takes my hand and gives me a tug toward the elevator. I turn back to give him a warning, but she yanks harder. “He’s not worth it.”
She’s right, he’s not, but I really want to punch him right in the face.
“I’ll see him out, Miss Vasquez,” Marcus says.
“Thank you, Marcus!” she calls as the elevator doors close. She sinks back against the mirrored wall.
“You okay?”
“I’m fine.” She smiles at me. “It doesn’t do me any good to hate him. None at all. I feel kind of bad for Kathy, though.”
“He wants you back. Can’t say I blame him.”
“No, he wants his job back, he wants me to pay his bills, and he wants to fuck everyone with a vagina.”
In her apartment, she goes to the fridge and takes out a bucket of ice cream. I can’t help but remember that first night. Taking a ladle from the drawer, she dips it into the ice cream and brings it to her lips. Then she gives it a slow lick.
A slow lick that shoots straight to my dick.
“Something wrong?” she asks with a sly grin.
Did I groan out loud? I must have. “I’m really proud of the way you handled him.”
“I can do anything with you by my side.”
I reach out and take a bite off her ladle. “Ditto.”
“I love you.”
“Ditto.”
“I can’t think of anything I want to do more than spend my life with you.”
“Ditto.”