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CHAPTER 15
Media Attack
Adam
The minute I walked out of Chloe’s building, pictures were taken and questions rained down on me.
“Are you and Cleo in a relationship?”
“How long have you known Cleo?”
“Have you officially moved in?”
“No comment,” I muttered and walked away with a head bursting with unanswered questions about Chloe and me.
When I got to my truck I cursed at the sight of a parking ticket.
I need to get out of the city.
The moment I thought it, memories of making love to Chloe came back to me. If ever there was a heaven on earth, surely her bed was it.
The ride to Violet’s house wasn’t long and didn’t give me time to collect myself, as I had hoped.
It was Jake who opened the door and, although he was cordial to me, I sensed that he wasn’t too sure about me. Probably because I had slept with his wife before they became a couple.
“Hey, man, is Violet here?” I asked.
“She’s in the shower.”
“Oh, okay, do you mind if I wait for her?”
He opened the door, silently answering my question and showing me to the living room. “I’ll just let her know that you’re here,” he said and went up the stairs.
“Violet will be right down,” he said when he returned and took a seat.
“Thanks. Did you have fun yesterday?” I asked.
“Yes, I’m impressed that Christian and Melody were up for hosting; you know, with the baby and all.”
“Yeah, it was nice of them to invite us.”
“The Scots were a fun bunch. Did you hear what Darren did right after you left?”
I arched a brow. “Do I want to know?”
Jake grinned. “He told them he knew a really great bar and they took off in a taxi.”
“Of course he did.” I grinned back at Jake. “Let me guess, he took them to a gay bar?”
“I believe so, but I can’t be sure. How is Cleo’s ankle?”
“Fine. A good night’s rest and all,” I said and avoided meeting his eyes. “So… you and Violet, huh? Has she brought you to any more haunted houses since that time in Renton?”
“No, but after living with her for almost a year, I’ve experienced my share of unexplainable things.”
The edges of my eyes softened. “So you’re a believer now?”
He tilted his from side to side as if weighing evidence. “Let’s just say I’m not as closed-minded as I used to be.”
