Page 37 of Our Cracked Pieces
And as badly as Vanessa had fucked me over in high school, the experience had still never lowered me to the level that consent was in question. Sure, I didn’t trust many women, and I was extremely judgmental when it came to gold-diggers, but I wasn’t a complete cad.
Those eight little words Rowan spat at me tonight changed everything, though.
I’ve been chasing her for a year, asking her out, trying to wear her down, and it was a bitter pill to swallow to realized how she could make that leap about me.
Walking out of The Highlands, I made the decision to leave her alone. However, before I did that, I needed to erase that opinion of me out of her head. We were going to be godparents to Gage and Mystic’s kids, and we had to respect each other, if nothing else.
Standing outside, I dialed Gage, not caring that it was past ten at night. If I knew the man-and I did-he was still up, working on whatever. And I was right. Because we were both workaholics, late-night phone calls were not uncommon.
“What?”
“Your phone etiquette is shit, Evans.”
“I knew it was you,” he said as way of an explanation.
“I need Rowan’s number and address,” I said, cutting to the chase.
Silence.
“Gage?”
“For what?” he asked because he knew me just as well as I knew him.
“I ran into her at The Highlands tonight.”
“And you couldn’t ask her for it then?”
“There might have been a slight misunderstanding where I mistook her brother for her date,” I admitted.
“I bet Grayson took that well,” he said, letting out a low whistle.
I chuckled. “He’s not a pussy, I can say that for him.”
“No,” Gage agreed. “No, he’s not.”
“You’d think, after a year, we’d have bumped into each other at some point.”
“Dude, we barely even see him, and Rowan’s around all the time.”
“Okay, I see your point,” I allowed. “But back to the reason I called you.”
“You’re seriously asking me to take my life in my own hands here,” he grumbled.
I let out a deep sigh. “Do I have to remind you who broke the law for you when you went after Mystic.”
“No,” was his simple reply. “That’s why I’m going to do it.” I heard his moving around in his leather desk chair. “But if you so much as-”
“Relax,” I quickly assured him. “No way will I give you up.”
He was silent for a bit before asking, “Are you really sure you want to do this, Lorcan? Rowan’s not…well, the woman isn’t docile.”
I barked out a laugh. “That’s one way to put it.”
“I just can’t have my children’s godparents trying to kill each other every time we need to all get together,” he drawled out.
“I just need to talk with her, Gage. That’s all.”
“Okay, I’ll text you her info,” he replied. “But you better delete the text, asshole.” I laughed before hanging up.
