Page 59 of Manic

"I’d imagine she’s on her way to our place to get a couple of things. Fern offered to take her while you were inkirkja, and I didn’t say no."

I raise an eyebrow at that. "I’m surprised you didn't go with them?"

Meghan shrugs, a coy smile playing on her lips. "No, I’m not going to be a helicopter mom tonight. This mom needs a break. You know, to stick around and see if my man needs anything. Anything at all."

The suggestive tone in her voice sends a shiver down my spine.

I lean in close, my lips brushing her ear. "Oh, I definitely need something," I murmur, my hand sliding lower on her waist.

Meghan playfully smacks my leg, her light sage green eyes sparkling with mischief. "Behave yourself, Mister," she teases, but I can see the flush creeping up her neck.

I chuckle, loving how she can be both fierce and playful in the same breath.

It's one of the many things that draw me to her like a moth to a flame. "All right, all right," I concede, holding up my hands in mock surrender. "How about a drink instead? You want one?"

"I'd love one," she says, tucking a strand of her ashy blonde hair behind her ear.

I nod, catching Hakon's eye as he passes by. "Hey, prospect," I call out. "Get me a beer and a wine cooler for the lady."

"Yes, sir," Hakon replies, practically tripping over himself to comply.

It's almost comical how eager these prospects are to please.

As Hakon heads to the bar, I turn back to Meghan, drinking in the sight of her.

The clubhouse's dim lighting casts a warm glow on her skin, accentuating the curves that motherhood has given her.

I'm about to pull her in for a kiss when she puts a finger against my lips. "I'll be right back. I need to go use the bathroom."

My lips curl into a smirk. "All right, but hurry up."

She laughs and rolls her eyes as she walks off.

A couple of minutes pass when Hakon is bringing me a beer, and a wine cooler for Meghan.

Suddenly, there's pressure against the small of my back.

I turn, expecting to see Meghan's hand, but instead, I'm face to face with Lexi.

My smirk fades instantly. "What the hell?" I think, caught off guard by her sudden appearance.

The last thing I need right now is drama, especially with Meghan here.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I growl, my voice low and dangerous.

Lexi's lips curl into a coy smile, her blonde hair catching the dim light as she tilts her head. "Just coming to see if you need any company, Tor," she purrs, her hand still resting on my back.

I can't help but laugh, the sound harsh and humorless.

This girl's being a complete idiot, and I'm not in the mood to play games. "The last thing I need is any sort of company from you," I tell her point-blank, my green eyes boring into hers.

Lexi reels back, feigning hurt. "Gosh, Tor, how cruel can you be?" she pouts, but I can see the calculation behind her doe-eyed act.

I feel my jaw clench, irritation coursing through me.

Meghan will be coming back any moment, and the last thing I want is for her to feel uncomfortable in our home.

My home.

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