Page 120 of Win Some Love Some
Mal.
That guy always had his hands on the good stuff. The fact that he was willing to give some of this prime property up, meant Wyatt and Sydney must have met with his approval. Wyatt wanted to give me the credit, but I knew better. Jolie was a huge Sydney Malloy fan and what Jolie wanted in that marriage, Jolie got.
I spotted the truck I’d given him at the beginning of his stay in town beside a shiny new black Bronco.
I parked behind Wyatt’s truck and hopped out.
“Hey, Nick!” Liam shouted as soon as he spotted me. Wyatt was in a Carhartt jacket and Peaks beanie. Liam wore a black leather trench coat. “Come check this out. You’re not going to believe this view.”
I met the two men in front of our cars, and without any conversation, Wyatt led us deeper into the property until the trees broke and we were overlooking the Atlantic Ocean on a bluff.
“Ocean view, baby!” Liam clapped. “This is sick.”
“We needed more privacy than your cottage,” Wyatt said, as if apologizing for all the land. “Syd’s got to have space around her to move without everyone thinking they can get a picture of her.”
“See, and I have no problem with people taking my picture. What about you, brother?” Liam asked me. “Now that you’re internet famous, you got people who want your autograph?”
I rolled my eyes. “My video is old news.”
“Things working out with you and Nora?” Wyatt asked.
Wyatt and I had lunch last week, but we’d talked more about how Syd was adjusting to life in Calico Cove than anything else. Liam was mostly a virtual attendee to our hangouts with the season going on, but he had a small break in his schedule this week.
“You know what you both didn’t tell me about trying to fuck her out of my system?” I said.
Liam started laughing, but Wyatt just smirked and said, “Yeah, it doesn’t work when she’s the one.”
“Dude,” Liam chuckled. “It sooo doesn’t work. I couldn’t fuck Kit out of my system in a hundred years. Oh, shit! Do you think we’ll still want to fuck, when we’re a hundred? I hope so.”
Having Nora back in my life made everything better. Food tasted better, the air was fresher. The sex was hotter than any I’d ever had.
Nora was better. Happier. Brighter. She wasn’t scared or worried. She met each day like it was a surprise present just for her.
Honest to God, if she wanted me to give up everything and move to France with her, I would do it. In a heartbeat.
I needed to call Birdie and Antony, there was no reason to put it off. They would be so happy. But maybe their happiness made it more real? No idea. Maybe I should ask Wyatt and Liam.
My phone buzzed and I pulled it from my back pocket. Nora’s name flashed on the screen, accompanied by a picture I’d taken of her eating pizza in my bed, hair rumpled, face flushed, recently fucked. Mouth full of pizza. I held up a finger to let the guys know I needed to take the call. I hit the button to accept.
“Hey, what’s up? Something happen at the shop?”
“No, but I don’t want you to freak out.”
Which was always a reason to freak out. “Nora.”
“I’ve sort of been kidnapped.”
“You haven’t been kidnapped!”It was another voice in the background. A man’s voice. A man’s voice with a French accent.“Nous voulons seulement parler!”
That wasn’t an accent. That was French.
“You’re a wanted man, Rene! The FBI is looking for you.”
“Which is why I’m hiding!”
“Nora!” I shouted into the phone, trying to get her attention. “What the fuck are you doing with him?”
“I told you. They kidnapped me. Peter tricked me into getting into his car. Then we stopped behind the Dumont Hotel and Rene hopped in. And now they won’t pull over so I can get out. I really don’t want to try jumping from a moving car. Or do you think I should try that? It always works in the movies.”
