Page 80 of Repairing the Wreckage

Huh? Afraid I’d melt into a puddle at his feet if I looked at him too closely, I’d looked everywhere but Griff’s face tonight.

The urge to return to the kitchen almost moves my feet in that direction.

No.

I’m going to my room.

Hopefully they don’t kill each other.

Griff

My chest’s so tight I can barely breathe. Having Molly so close again and not touching her is fucking torture. Why’d I do this to myself tonight? Remy and I could’ve talked about this any time. It didn’t have to be now.

But I needed to see Molly again.

And you wanted to know if Torch dropped her off and drove away or if he came inside.

Thank fuck I heard his car leave.

But now I’m obsessing about her being alone with Torch in his car. It sounded like they sat out there for a while. What the fuck were they up to? What do they even have in common to talk about? Why was her lipstick smeared? Nope. Can’t dwell on that question too long or my head will explode.

“Oh, yeah?” I poke him in the chest, knowing full well how much he hates that. “What’s stopping you?”

He lightly slaps the unscarred side of my face. “I was waiting for your Frankenface to heal,” Remy scoffs.

“You’re just mad that, Frankenface or not, I’m still better looking than you.”

He chuckles and backs up a step. “You wish.”

I want to follow Molly upstairs. Force her to really talk to me this time. Instead, I’m stuck with Remy insulting my face and threatening to kick my ass.

He cocks his head and his gaze strays toward the living room. “On second thought, I don’t think I want to sell off my part of The Castle to you.”

What the fuck is he talking about?

“Why?” That was going to be the only way I could give Remy some of my earnings from the show. The stubborn fucker sure as shit won’t let me give him the money.

“Because I don’t want to.”

I narrow my eyes and study him. Why’s he fucking with me like this? “All right. Well, we should talk about what we want to do with it, don’t you think?”

He reels back as if I’d slapped him, which I haven’t ruled out yet tonight. “You don’t want to host fight nights anymore?”

I run my fingers through my hair and stare at my boots for a few seconds. “As you’ve so charmingly pointed out,” I wave my hand in front of my face, “I might draw unwanted attention to our little operation now.”

“Oh,” he sighs. “Right. So be a silent partner.”

I cock my head and give him my best are you stupid face. “Because I’m so good at staying silent?”

“Well what else do you want to do with the place?”

“Fix it up and use it as our clubhouse. Have a base of operation for our support club.” I had a lot of time to think about it over the last few months and it makes the most sense.

He stares at me for a few beats and now I’m getting the are you stupid vibe. “You think making a bigger commitment to the Lost Kings right now is a good idea?” He waves his fingers in front of my face. “In light of all your newfound fame and all?”

He’s got a point.

“Besides,” he continues, “I thought that’s the last place you’d ever want to spend another night?”

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