Page 71 of Descent

He accepts the peck happily, wrapping his arms around me when I get a text from Wesley.

Wesley: Here.

Pulling away from Liam, I smile as I grab my bag off the table.

“So is that how it is, babygirl? One of your boyfriends act up, so you call in a new recruit?”

I roll my eyes and, surprisingly, Liam laughs. It’s a sweet sound that warms my chest and tells me that he will be just fine, eventually.

Waving goodbye to Liam, I step out the front door and see Wesley, standing outside my open door, with a cup of what I know to be apple cider in his hand.

“Good morning,” he smiles, his body wrapped in a white dress shirt that is tucked into a pair of black dress pants.

“Morning. Were you really just hanging out this morning wearing that?” I laugh.

He looks down at himself with pinched brows.

“What’s wrong with it?”

I shake my head.

“Nothing, nothing. It’s just a little formal for seven in the morning.”

“I dress to impress,” he says, with a wink that has me rolling my eyes but laughing at the same time.

Taking the drink from him, I thank him before sliding into the seat. He shuts the door behind me as he climbs into the driver’s seat and loops around the driveway.

“So, what did Asher do?” Wesley asks.

“Nothing,” I answer. “Why?”

He shrugs.

“If he did nothing, I’m sure he’d be the one driving you to school. I’m like the backup guy these days. So, if I’m driving, he must have done something.”

“You’re not the backup guy,” I defend.

“Hey, it doesn’t bother me. I get paid either way.”

“Who’s paying you?” I ask, with my head tilted.

“The Brethren.”

“And who is authorizing it?” I rephrase.

He grins at me through the rear-view mirror.

“Ronan.”

I nod. That makes more sense.

“So, what did he do?” Wesley pushes again.

“Why do you care? Why are you so interested?” I huff.

That same grin spreads across his face as we come to a red light.

“Just seeing if my odds are increasing.”

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