Page 191 of Waiting Game

“Nice save. Cake for breakfast?”

“You didn’t eat dinner.” I let her change the subject.

“And?”

“We should have an omelet. I can order in?”

“I’d prefer cake.”

“Me too. I’m supposed to be the corruptive influence.”

“Speaking of which, when your alarm went off, it woke me?—”

“Ah shit, I thought I hung up in time.”

“It’s fine. But I started reading.”

Knowing what’s on her Kindle because I put it there, I lean forward. “Can you still tell me that vampires aren’t hot?”

“You can’t make me say it.”

“That’s all the answer I need, sugar.”

Mia starts to shove me, but before her hand can touch me, she freezes in place and stares at my crutch. “How bad is it?”

“I told you. Not that bad.”

She glances at the stairs she descended. “Can you manage?”

“Yup.”

“Should you?”

I grimace. “Probably not.”

“Wanna get Burrows to pick us up?”

“No. Once I’m in there, I won’t move.”

“That sounds practical.Not.” She hesitates. “Is this because you share a building with Gracie?”

I’m not having her feel like I’m ashamed of her. “No. She’s at work. I live in one of the biggest skyscrapers in the city, Mia.” Quentincouldmention her to Gracie and Liam, but I don’t care.

Okay, I do.

I want to tell them.

I’m already sick of hiding her.

She’s the lo?—

“Let me get my stuff and I’ll come with you to your place, then.”

I harrumph when she ignores my, “We don’t have to—” and stomps up the stairs with my trash bags of hockey gear anyway.

Appreciating the view of her ass and enjoying her assertiveness which doesn’t always shine through if she’s concerned about Gracie, I call my driver once she’s out of sight.

Burrows assures me he’ll be here in fifteen—gotta love Manhattan traffic when he literally left five minutes ago—and I stand in the hall like a hazard waiting to happen.

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