Page 43 of Possession

I will not be pushed around in my relationship just because he thinks he can, or that he should, or that he’s older than me and knows better. I have a voice and it’s time that I use it.

First things first.

I want to know the truth about Parker and make sure he’s not floating at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean somewhere.

Sure, the guy lost his way for a brief moment in time but he quickly course corrected himself. Truth be told, I don’t think he was ever going to turn me over to Mr. Fabre. I don’t think he has it in him.

I ease myself up from the couch and look out the window. It’s much easier to see what’s going on in my neighborhood when you’re on the seventh floor instead of the Penthouse suite. It doesn’t take a genius to realize that regardless of the status of my relationship with Hunter, he’s assigned a security detail outside the building. The black town car is a dead giveaway. But I don’t care. They can watch me. I’m headed straight to the club, anyway.

I’m not sure what I expected when I strolled in the Blue Whiskey. It hasn’t been that long since I quit. The world hasn’t imploded. Everything is as it always is. The only difference is that Gage is the one giving the orders instead of me. A small part of me wishes he wasn’t so good at my job, but that wouldn’t only be wishful thinking.

“Megan!” Gage greets me animatedly.

“Hi.”

“Have you come to put me out of my misery?” He jests.

“No, way.” I rub my stomach. “I have a bigger job on my hands.”

“That’s true.” He smiles. “Are you looking for Lena or Hunter because Hunter isn’t here right now?”

Perfect.

I don’t feel like dealing with him today.

“I was looking for Lena.”

She’s in the kitchen, seasoning some wings I think.

“Great, thanks.”

Lena isn’t pleased to see me when I walk into the kitchen area.

“What are you doing here?” she asks, worry etched on her forehead.

“Hey, roomie,” I greet her with sarcasm. “Nice to see you too.”

“We just saw each other a few hours ago when I left for work.”

“You know why I’m here.”

“Megan–”

“You have nothing to worry about. I won’t bring your name in it at all.”

“We live together. We’re friends. He’ll know.”

I’m not sure if theheshe’s referring to is Hunter or Christian, but it doesn’t matter. The person I should have gone to straight from the beginning won’t divulge anything.

“I promise you. You’re safe.” I walk over and give her a brief hug. “I’ll see you later at home, okay?”

“Where are you going? I don’t think Hunter is even here right now.”

“I’m definitely not here to chat with him.”

Although secretly I miss the man like crazy, or at least the man he was when we first met.

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing, Megan?”

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