Chapters (34)
- Title Page
- Table of Contents
- Playlist
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgements
- Also by Q.B. Tyler
- About the Author
“I can’t just kick him out, Whitney. For what reason? It’s not like I could even say I got called in for a surgery, I’m not back at work yet.” Back when we were much better at sneaking around, I used to say that whenever I wanted to get away from someone and back to Whitney. I was called in for a consultation or an emergency surgery. I would get rid of my company, leaving right behind them to really show the urgency of the situation and then I’d usually pick up Whitney from wherever she was and then come back to my house. “We’re just going to have to wait him out.”
“Where are you even supposed to be right now? You’ve been gone for a while,” Chloe says and I nod in agreement.
“I said I went to the bathroom but I’ll just say I came to check on you two.” I press my lips to hers again before moving toward the door. She follows behind me. “But I should get back. Actually, I’m going to bring you guys some water. Are you hungry?”
“Yes, but not for food.” Her back is to Chloe, so she doesn’t see the obvious look she gives my groin.
“I’m hungry!” Chloe chirps from the other side of the room. “And for actual food not for JP’s dick.”
“It’s Jacob to you and don’t talk about my man’s dick.” She glares at Chloe and gives her the middle finger and Chloe snickers in response.
“I’ll bring you guys some food and some water.”
“And beers!”
“How about no.” I give Chloe a pointed look before turning out of the room and heading back downstairs. Trey and Kevin appear to be in a debate about something when I enter the room. “I went to go check on those two who, if you can believe it, have made a significant dent in that bottle.” I chuckle.
“Oh lovely. Chloe on tequila is a real treat if she’s had too much.” He rubs his forehead and lets his head fall back against the back of the love seat.
“I’m going to take them some food and some non-alcoholic beverages.” I chuckle and it’s not lost on me that Kevin hasn’t said anything since I entered the room.