“Good,” she mutters fiercely, making me grin.
Suddenly, my phone buzzes with a number I don’t recognize. I glare at it, dismissing it before I keep talking to Brynn.
“Listen, we’re going to be fine, okay?”
“What about if Lorenzo tells them I was there?”
I smile. “I may have mentioned that I was in the middle of a tawdry affair with a married woman who fled when trouble went down.”
Brynn snorts. “How scandalous.”
“Seriously.”
“Almost as bad as fucking your eighteen-year-old student.”
I grin, and goddamn if my cock doesn’t swell.
Suddenly, Brynn swears.
“You okay?”
“Yeah… shit, do you mind if I get this call?”
“Sure?”
She makes a tsking sound. “I actually think this might be Geraldine?”
“Stepmom Geraldine?”
“I know, fitting for this night, isn’t it?”
I shake my head. “Sounds about right. Yeah, go ahead.”
“I’ll call you right after.”
“Sounds good.”
“Hey Colton?”
I smile. “Yeah?”
“I really love you; you know.”
The grin spreads wide over my face, and my heart skips.
“I love you too, baby girl,” I growl quietly before I hang up the phone.
I sigh, standing and heading back to my bar cart to pour a drink. Fuck, Sam’s right. What we’re in right now is an impasse. I scowl as I bring the scotch to my lips, when suddenly, my phone goes off again. I answer without looking.
“Well that was fast.”
There’s a pause, and I frown.
“Mr. Kane?”
I yank the phone from my ear and glance at the caller ID, and my scowl deepens as I vaguely recognize the number as the one that just called me a minute or two ago.
“Who is this?”