Page 91 of Hurry Up And Wait

Red jerked awake, cursing as he pulled his hand from the water. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Eli dodged a fist to the face and glared at me. “Thanks for spoiling my fun. A few more minutes and I would have had him running to the bathroom.”

“A few more minutes and I might have committed murder,” I mumbled.

“Can we go now?” Red asked, rubbing the red spot on his face where his fist had been holding him up.

“We’re out of here. I have a very impatient woman waiting at home for me.”

“So do we,” Eli muttered. “This has to be the boringest job we’ve ever been on. There’s absolutely no excitement.”

“Maybe we could bring IRIS along,” Red suggested. “I’m sure he could find a way to liven up the place.”

“Didn’t you get the memo?” I asked, pressing the button on the elevator. “Cash banned the use of any explosives near the silo.”

“Right,” Red drawled. “But we’re not near the silo. And if you ask me, this place could use a facelift.”

The ding of the elevator sounded and we stepped inside. My back ached from sitting on my ass all day, but it was the late nights thatwere making this job really get to me. I hadn’t been getting in many workouts and the few times I had, I’d been interrupted by late-night phone calls from the senator about whatever shit show was occurring the next day. What I really needed was about a week off and at least three days in bed with Isla.

“What’s that smirk about?” Red grumbled.

“Nothing. Just remembering my…conversation with Isla last night.”

“Conversation,” Eli huffed. “He had phone sex.”

Red cringed. “I don’t need to hear that. Seriously.”

“He’s just jealous because Zoe’s holding out.”

“She’s not holding out,” Red argued. “She’s pregnant. She’s uncomfortable.”

“She’s holding out,” Eli chuckled.

“Well, you can relax. It wasn’t typical phone sex.”

“Nope,” Red shook his head. “I don’t care. I don’t want to hear about how in love you are or how amazing she is or?—”

He was about to step off the elevator, but I slapped my hand against his chest, chuckling slightly. “Whoa, uh…what are you talking about?”

“Phone sex,” he said slowly.

“No, the uh…the part about love.”

“What? That you’re in love with her?”

I raised my brows, waiting for him to explain. Instead, he just laughed and walked off the elevator. I hurried after him, grabbing his arm. “Seriously, what are you talking about?”

“The fact that you love her. I thought that was pretty fucking obvious.”

“I don’t love her,” I clarified, totally lying my ass off. Even at fifteen, I knew I loved her. But when she moved away, I went on with life, focusing on other things. Now she was back and?—

“See,” Red grinned. “Right there. That smile.”

I cleared my face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah, he doesn’t know what you’re talking about,” Eli chuckled. “He always looks like he’s in love when he walks off an elevator.”

“Maybe I do,” I snapped. Yeah, it was a horrible comeback. In fact, it only made them laugh harder. I wasn’t sure why I was denying it. Maybe it was self-preservation or the need to feel like I still had a few secrets. Either way, I wasn’t ready to admit it to anyone yet.

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