Page 93 of Trigger

He shrugged. “Fine. Suit yourself. Now get the fuck out of myapartment.”

“That’s blackmail,” I exclaimed, pointing out the obvious.

His expression changed. Darkened.

“You hurt me,” Tye said, pointing a finger at me. “I’m not askingyou to kiss my dick. I’m asking you to kiss my cheek to make me feel better.”

Well, when he said it like that…

I rolled my eyes and walked up to him, then pecked his scruffycheek.

“Happy now?”

“Words couldn’t describe it. Want some alcohol with that coffee?”

“Yeah.”

“By the way, you owe me one more kiss. I’ll claim it later.”

I laughed, shaking my head, because he was just… one of a kind.

When he said nothing more, I inspected the photos lying around,all featuring a smiling, red-haired lady and a blond boy next to her.

“Your mother was beautiful. You take after your father, Ipresume?”

“Hilarious. Incidentally, have you heard from Vic?”

“No,” I replied, settling in the armchair. “I called her, butshe’s not picking up. Maybe she really is done with my sorry ass.”

Tye walked up to me and handed me the cup filled with steamingcoffee.

“Her loss.”

I looked at him, skipping the Himalaya-sized bare chest to meetthe unreadable blue irises. Sapphire blue this time.

“Nah, I deserve it,” I said, feeling resigned. “Maybe I’m not cutout for that shit. Feelings, relationships… all of that.”

“Do you miss her?”

I took a sip of the hot liquid because it was more comfortablethan answering his question.

“I don’t know, Tye. Do we have time to miss anyone? In the lasttwo weeks, I have been shot at and punched at. I had to examine two deadbodies, and I killed a few people. I’m probably forgetting something.”

He sat on the sofa across from me and smiled. “You have also beenkissed.”

His teasing grin told me he threw this bomb on purpose, but myface heated, nonetheless.

“Sorry, but I forgot all about it,” I said, smiling sweetly. “Iguess it wasn’t that memorable.”

His eyes changed color again. “I doubt that.”

He looked like a dog that smelled blood, so I needed a diversion.

“So, how does it feel to be with a guy?”

I whined internally, but I’d already said it.Not that kind ofdiversion, you moron.

But the fact was, I was curious. Ever since I found out he was bi,I wanted to ask him about it because I couldn’t, for the life of me, imaginehim with a man. Then again, I couldn’t imagine him with a woman either. He wastoo big for the opposite sex. He needed someone big and sturdy who could dealwith his size and weight, in my humble opinion.

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