Page 65 of Absolutely Pucked
“Hello? Where is he?” he demanded when his cane hit the customer service desk.
“Who?” I asked.
His brows flew up. “You. You fucking…youliar.”
My body went cold. “I don’t know what?—”
“Killian Banks.”
Shiiiiiiit. I hadn’t thought about it when I gave the receptionist my name. God, I was such a fool.
“Are you denying it?” Jonah demanded.
“No,” Ford cut in, appearing from around the corner with his arms full. He dumped the cat stuff onto the counter. “He’s not. But you need to calm down.”
“Calm down? You know who this is, right? I mean, you can fucking see! He’s probably got Tucker’s same goddamn face. Not the legs,” he sneered. “But he definitely has the same voice.”
Ford’s face was pale. “Look, Killian and I are off work right now. Let’s go back to my place to get the kitten settled, and we can talk.”
“Talk? To traitors? Fuck you both. You took advantage of me,” Jonah said through clenched teeth. “I couldn’t see you. I didn’t know.”
I swallowed heavily. “I know. I’m sorry.”
“Oh, you will be. When I call—oh myGod, does Tucker even know you’re here?”
Ford snapped out of his shock. “This looks bad. I know. And you don’t have to go back to my place, but just…come into the office with me, please. We will explain everything.”
Jonah hesitated, held his kitten a little closer, then said, “I have no one else to take her, so fine. But whatever you have to say, it had better be fucking good.”
CHAPTER
EIGHTEEN
FORD
“Oh my Godoh my God oh my Gooooood!”
Killian made a soft noise of distress. “Can you please stop screaming?”
I wasn’t screaming. I was whisper-screaming, and there was a difference. But Jonah was sitting ten feet away inside my office, and everything was about to blow up in my face. Killian looked like he was going to pass out—and with good reason. But if he lost this, he had a life to go back to.
Sort of.
Mostly.
This was it for me. This was my family. Tucker was never going to forgive me. It was bad enough I was housing his brother. Shit, he might even get that because he knew what a fucking bleeding heart I was.
But fucking Killian? Getting big, bold, annoying-as-fuck feelings for him?
He’d never speak to me again.
I looked over at Killian, and my heart crept up mythroat, into my mouth, and settled between my teeth. A single word—ending this all—would break it. I should. I knew I should, but I didn’t want to. Telling him it was over felt as hard as agreeing to lose another fucking limb.
“I’m gonna barf,” I murmured.
“Not before you get your ass in here and tell me what’s going on!” Jonah shouted behind the door.
Fuck him and his hearing. Though in reality, he was probably pressing his ear to the door. He had trained his ears to listen for even the slightest sound of the puck on ice, but he wasn’t…Batman? Wolf Guy? Fuck, I couldn’t remember what masked jackass had super senses.
