Page 35 of Play Dirty (Brooklyn Dawn 1)

“I’m not her fucking monkey.”

He shook his head and picked up the bag, setting the obscenely pink suitcase near the doorway to the stairs. “I’d go with manservant first, but monkey might be too on the nose.”

“Fuck off, Lo.”

He stuffed his fingers into his pockets as he rocked back on his heels. “So, is there anything I should know?”

“None of your business.”

“Wow. That good, huh? Is this going to be a problem?”

“Bit late for that kind of question.” I dragged out a chair and spun it around to straddle it.

Bella glanced from me to her husband. Fiona whined and set her head on Bella’s lap. “Is it safe to leave you two alone?”

“Three is probably the question. I don’t have an issue with Lo.”

Logan sat down beside me. “Since when did you have issues with Lindsey?”

“I don’t want to discuss it.” And I didn’t. It was bad enough I’d tripped over my own idiot dick and fucked her that one night. I didn’t need to dissect it with one of the few men who knew me far too well.

No one knew about our hookup.

Not even Kyle.

It wasn’t a relationship. It was a fuck. It had stayed in that dingy bar and at the back of my memories. I’d erased everything I could about that night down to the clothes I’d been wearing. I couldn’t get her scent off me fast enough. It had seeped into me for days. Her sighs, her groans, her flavor.

The phantom memory of the taste of her skin exploded on my tongue. Her scent was still on the air. Some fancy perfume. Night-blooming orchids or something equally classy. After all these years, she hadn’t changed it. How was that even possible?

I gripped the back of the chair and ached for a drink.

Bella patted Fiona’s head and stood. “I’ve got to go get the kids. I’m going to hang with Skye for a while and let you guys work. Please clean up any blood splatter.”

Logan snagged her fingers before she could walk by. He dragged her down for a hard kiss. “It’ll be fine.”

She patted his cheek. “Mmm-hmm.”

I lowered my forehead to my stacked arms. Normally, their easy affection didn’t bother me, but right now, my skin felt too tight. I’d wanted to walk it off, but the fickle bitch that was fall in New York took even that option away from me.

Bella slicked her fingers over my hair. I jerked and sat up, unused to anyone touching me.

“You should take a shower too. You’ve got to be frozen.”

I lifted a shoulder. “I’m fine.”

I didn’t want to go upstairs. I couldn’t handle passing her in the hall right now. Not with these wrathful feelings churned up again.

This house where she’d probably fucked Logan. Fucked others too for all I knew.

I didn’t know how Bella was so easy with her. Lindsey York was a siren who made men into complete idiots. Having her under their roof seemed foolish.

Had it been between them like it had been with us? Just a wild night that could be tucked away as part of their past?

How could anyone tuck her away, just brush her off as if she was any other fuck? Hadn’t she burned herself into Logan’s brain like she was in mine?

Bella laid a hand on my shoulder before she did the same to Logan and then left with Fiona hot on her heels. She never went anywhere without her dog.

Logan laced his fingers together on the table. “Are we going to be able to do this? I mean, you can head back into the city. I can take care of the—”

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