Page 126 of Famous Last Words
Tony mutters something unintelligible, folding his arms across his chest.
Tadd is fuming, his face reddening by the second. I’d be worried he might go into cardiac arrest if I actually gave a shit about him.
With one last smile, I start to leave, which is when there's a gentle knock on the door, causing me to pause. It opens, revealing the Carlton Myers’ receptionist, Giselle, her face stark. “I’m sorry for the interruption, Mr. Carlton. But the police are here looking for…” She trails off, her wide gaze settling on Tadd.
I press my lips together in an attempt to quell the victorious smile that tries to claim my entire face, and with a wave in Tony’s direction, I quickly slip out of the room.
Sure, I’d love to see Tadd being handcuffed and carted off with the boys in blue, but honestly, I no longer care. My job here is officially done.
It’s little disheartening that after the years I spent devoting my life to Carlton Myers, all I have to show for it is one small Iron Mountain box full of nothing more than my framed real estate license, a coffee mug, and a sad looking plant in need of some serious TLC. But as I walk out of the revolving glass doors and into the steady flow of foot traffic on Sixth Avenue, I feel an overwhelming sense of relief, like the weight of the whole world has just been lifted off my shoulders.
I’m free. I’m fucking free. It’s taking all I have not to twirl and break out into song and dance.
When I meet a pair of familiar brown eyes partially hidden by the peak of a ballcap staring at me from across the busy sidewalk, my shoulders sag with a relieved sigh as I weave my way through the mid-morning throng, drawn to him like a moth to a flame.
Robbie pushes off the post he’d been leaning against, that crooked smirk doing all sorts of unexplainable things to my insides as he approaches me, closing the distance between us.
“I’m proud of you,” he says, taking the box from me, his eyes warm and full of something that hits me right in the heart.
I smile, lifting up and pressing my lips against his. “Thank you.”
Moving next to me, Robbie slings an arm lazily around my shoulders. “Is mygirlfriendready to get the hell out of here?”
I beam, feeling my cheeks flush, my heart skipping at his use of the word girlfriend. “I’msoready.”
He sniffs a quiet laugh, leaning in close. “Keep looking at me like that, Keller,” he whispers, his voice laced with delicious threat. “Idareyou.”
I bite back my smile, sighing contentedly and leaning my head against his shoulder as we head down Sixth Avenue, arm in arm. We don’t get far before we’re stopped abruptly by a commotion coming from behind us.
“Well, well, well,” Robbie says, glancing over his shoulder. “Will you look at that.”
I turn in time to see the police escorting Tadd out of the Carlton Myers building and straight into a waiting car.
“Don’t you know who my father is?” he hollers. “Someone is going to pay for this!”
Robbie laughs, looking down at me, his gaze flashing with mischief. “Is it weird that my dick just got semi-hard?”
I gawk up at him, playfully smacking his chest, and he flashes me a knowing wink, his arm coming around me again as we continue walking.
EPILOGUE
ROBBIE
I’m watching tape from the last few games I’ve missed thanks to my wrongful suspension. It’s taken a little longer than expected to be cleared by the league. But as of tomorrow night, I’m officially back on the team, and I’m so fucking ready to get out onto the ice. There’s only so much frustration Fran can take away with her pussy, mouth and ass; sometimes, a guy just needs to fight.
It’s been a whirlwind few weeks since everything went down.
Tadd was officially charged.
Lola Grey released her public apology video on social media to her forty-two million followers, which, of course, went viral.
I was offered multiple exclusives, some worth more than a million bucks, just to get on TV and tell my side of the story. I turned them all down.
All that mattered was that my name and my reputation were cleared once and for all, that I was allowed to play hockey again, Tadd was getting what he deserved, and Lola Grey was getting the help she needed.
Well, that’s not allthat mattered…
I look down to where Keller’s head rests in my lap, glancing at where she’s idly kicking her socked feet back and forth on the arm of the sofa. She’s fully immersed in the book she’s reading, the adorable crease between her eyebrows furrowing every so often as she really gets into the story.
