Page 34 of The Revenge Agenda

“Do you mean a life coach?”

“No, I mean a wizard. Because if they could do all that, it would be magical.” Not having to be yelled at for being late ever again? Not having friends get cranky with me for not reaching out in months? Not going all day without realizing that I forgot to eat? Yeah, I’d pay for that. With the money that I don’t have.

But hey, it looks like I’m not getting fired, so maybe I can save for it?

I open my phone to leave myself a note when I glimpse the preview from Ian.

Can you please just?—

Damn, that’s an unfortunate place to leave off. There could be way too many endings to that sentence.

Can you please just talk to me?

Can you please just jump off a cliff?

Both versions are wildly different in tone, and I snigger at the thought of Molly seeing him write something mean. He’d tell Xander, and then I’d have to call my vicious little attack dog off. I can only imagine the nasty things he’d say to Ian if he got the chance.

“That good, huh?”

I glance up, surprised to find Hunter still watching me.

“Ah …” I stuff my phone away. “Nope. Everything is fine here.”

“Right.” The bastard actually rolls his eyes at me. “Do me a favor: if things do restart between the two of you, I don’t want to hear about it.”

I almost growl. “I’ve told you that’s not happening. We can’t keep going over this. I understand we’re not close and we don’t know each other, but we’ve exchanged puns, for crying out loud! I don’t do that with just anyone. Mostly because people don’t really like puns, but I figure that has to at least mean we’re friendly. And friends don’t lie to other friends.”

“Friends lie to each other all the time.”

I wrinkle up my face. “What kind of friends do you have?”

“Ah, the usual kind.”

If those are the types of people Hunter has been relying on his whole life, no wonder he’s gotten cynical. But that’s okay. Maybe he does need to meet my friends. Shake things up a little.

Hunter rubs a big hand over his face. “I think the reason I can’t move on is because he feels like he’s getting away with it, you know? There were no consequences except losing me, and judging by his reaction to that, it wasn’t much of a loss. So while I’m moping in a hotel room every night, he’s?—”

“A hotel room?”

He waves his hand like it’s not important, but how long has he been staying there? Hotels are nice for a holiday, but not long term. What if there are bedbugs? Or people having noisy sex in the room right next to you? “My point is?—”

“I said we could team up for revenge. I wasn’t joking about that.”

The look that crosses his face is almost comical. I definitely can’t read it. “What, you want to egg his house or something?”

I shrug. “Not my area of expertise, but some of my roommates are very petty. They’d have some random ideas.”

“Your roommates?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Is this coat-cum Xander one of your roommates?”

“Sure is.”

“And you want to go to them for help?”

“Why not?”

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