“Yes, like a bitch.”
“You’re still bleeding. How did you have time to fix it?” It’s only been a few hours, so how did he get the bullet removed and be stitched up and then released from the hospital that quickly.
“Adora fixed me up after they left.”
“Adora?” Who the heck is she?
“The book shop owner,” he explains.
“Oh. She knows what you do?”
He pushes off the car with the books still in his hand. “Where is your car? I’ll carry them over.” I point to where it’s parked, and he starts walking as I follow close behind. “She does know. Seems she has been hiding a little secret from me.”
“What secret?” I ask.
How much does he plan to share with me? I am, after all, just someone he fucks.
“She’s the woman arranged to marry Joey.”
My eyes blink a few times before my mouth gapes open at this piece of news. “Holy shit.”
“Yep. Exactly what I was thinking,” he states.
“How did she hide that piece of information from you?”
“Chanel…” I turn to face him. “It’s not Adora I came here to talk to you about.”
“What then?” I ask him. “Us?” I question. “Because I don’t want to talk about us, Lucas. Far from it. I need to think. I appreciate everything you have done for me, but I also haven’t forgotten about everything you did. You killed Farris.”
“So?”
“You took a man’s life. A man who was my fiancé.”
“He didn’t want you,” Lucas argues while opening my car door and putting the books inside before shutting it and looking back at me. “I want you. No other man will want you in the same way.”
“And what happens when you no longer want me?”
“That won’t happen,” he says seriously.
“It could. I could change, piss you off.”
He chuckles. “You already do… a lot!”
I wave a hand at him. “Again, I don’t want to do this right now. Another time.” I motion down at his leg. “Do you need help?”
“With my cock? Yeah.”
“No, Lucas… with your leg.”
“I can’t say no to you.”
I shake my head. “Goodnight, Lucas.” I slide in my car and drive off.
Arriving home a short time later, Brody calls me.
“Sis.”
“Brody.”