“Jordan!” Corinne shoulders past to check on her brother.
He pushes her away. “I’m fine. But you need to ask this asshole to leave before I call the cops.”
“Go for it,” I taunt. “You’d never do it because you’re hands are as dirty as mine.”
You don’t exactly help a hacker stay out of the slammer without reaping the benefits yourself.
“I think you both need to leave.”
Seems Chase and I finally agree on something when we both look to Corinne with shock.
“We’ll stay in,” I offer. “Order Chinese and hash this out.”
“Only thing you’ll be hashing out is the fucking key on your goddamn illegal keyboard,” she fires back, making Chase chuckle.
I might have laughed too, if I didn’t feel the desperation inching in as she pulls away. So close …
“Out.” Chase points to the door. “Assholes first.”
I’m not going fucking anywhere. Not when I’m this close to reaching the goal I’ve worked toward for near on a goddamn decade.
“Please,” Corinne begs. Her hands fist the sides of my college shirt as she hugs herself. “Give me tonight.”
“One night,” I cede. “I’ll give you one more night.”
And then, she’s all mine. Whatever the cost.