Page 149 of Unexpected Hero

Freya

Yep. She’s good. But I don’t want to see something like this happen again.

Me

Can you tell me more about what happened? I’m still confused. Why did seeing me on the schedule bother her?

Freya

I can’t believe I have to spell this out for you, but here it goes. She doesn’t want to see you with anyone else because of how she feels about you.

How she feels about me? What is that supposed to mean? None of this makes sense.

Me

Can we meet tomorrow? Not at the club or anywhere Lettie will be.

Freya

Sure. She won’t suspect anything if I go out for coffee in the morning. How about Beach Town Bean at 10? The one a few blocks north of the club.

Me

See you then.

For several seconds, I stare at the screen in utter disbelief.

Did I read that right? Lettie doesn’t want to see me top anyone else because of how she feels about me.

For the record, topping someone other than Lettie isn’t something I’m eager to do. Even for the demos, which won’t be sexual in nature.

But the club needs me, and I’ve been so busy this month with the new system testing at Redleg I haven’t been all that helpful there recently.

Regardless, I’m still unsure why Lettie cares.

She’s the one who kicked me out of her bed, her room, and her life.

Like trash.

According to what she and Stella discussed in the days following that night, they think I assumed she was a victim in need of rescuing. But I only wanted to take care of her.

Like I want to do tonight.

But if I rush in there and try to save her, will that only piss her off again? Probably.

When I see Freya in the morning, I’m sure she’ll help me make sense of this. Since the project is under control, I’ll insist Klein takes tomorrow off. Shouldn’t raise any eyebrows since it’s Saturday. That’ll make it easier for me to skip out to see Freya without drawing attention.

My jaw still rests on my chest when Klein comes back into the office a few seconds later. “Ready to go, T?”

Slipping the phone into my back pocket, I gather my things quickly and grab my keys. “Yeah.”

“Should we ride together?”

“Nah. I might need to leave before you.”

He waggles his brows. “Planning to get lucky, huh?”

“No.”

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