Page 142 of The Chance

As suspected, Peach is nowhere near the place he’ssupposedto be and I snicker, dropping the bag of candy on his pillow.

Making my way back into the common areas of the place, I find Lugh and Ian sitting at the island waiting.

Drawing in a breath, I set the can down on the counter between them, keeping the structure as a barrier.

Ian’s sight narrows and Lugh’s nose twitches in his form of a chuckle.

“You know,” Ian starts, palming the can and popping it open with a hiss. “You are somehow theworstandokayishbodyguard I’ve ever fucking had.”

I snort. “Be careful, someone might think you’re complimenting me.”

Lugh’s nose does that flaring thing again.

“Okay, smartass.” Ian takes a swig of the warm pop, and I cringe internally.

“Said the psychopath.”

He pins me with a glare and points around his can at me. “Why did I agree to this again?”

“Because you need boots,” I answer seriously. “With Peach out of commission, you’re down two guys.”

“Three,” Lugh chimes in and my brows furrow. “I’m sitting out with Peach.”

I still don’t understand that one but swing my gaze back on Ian. “There’s two problems, though.” He motions for me to spit it out. “The gym for one. I only have one employee and I’m not leaving it all up to him to take care of everything.”

“Fine. So you’ll spend some time there. You just have to convince Mac to go with you or get one of us to cover.”

My heart pounds in my chest.

That felt too easy.

Which means this next part is going to be the worst part to hurtle with my former boss.

Dating a client is a huge no-no. Sleeping with one? Giant red flag.

Falling in love?

Even worse.

But when I don’t have confirmation of any of that from Mac’s side of things?

Yeah, my stomach is doing its best to not drop through my asshole.

What if?

“Second thing?” Ian presses and I swallow hard.

Here goes something.

“Mac and I are seeing each other. Or are going to be. I think.”

My heart thunders as the pair stare at me like I just spoke another language.

Lugh picks it up first, signified by only a twitch of his brow and turns his sight on Ian who’s still staring at me like he’s waiting for the punch line.

“As in, sleeping together, Ian.”

His brows furrow beneath his buzz cut. “Okay. And? You two were always doing weird shit together.”

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