Page 60 of Shot Taker

“I’m not convenient.” Clay frowns.

“He’s so inconvenient,” I add.

For my heart and my life and my future.

But I’m stronger than I was, and this time I can manage my own heart.

“You want coffee?” Brooke asks.

“Sure. Thanks.”

“He’s not staying.”

They ignore me.

“I’m glad you kids had fun last night,” Brooke says easily.

“Girl tired me out. I never sleep this late.”

I’m a little pleased by his assessment, forgetting he shouldn’t still be here when Brooke sets a coffee in front of him.

“You remembered how I like it,” he says.

“Miles told me.”

“You pay a lot of attention to what he says, huh?”

Brooke tosses him a look. “Watch it, or I’ll dump that over your head.”

Clay turns back to me. “It’s not a hookup.”

“It’s not?” Brooke and I echo.

“Nah.” Clay studies me over his coffee. “It’s serious.”

What the hell?

“Really?” Brooke lifts both brows smugly. “I love that for you.”

“Excuse us, B.”

I lunge for his wrist, intending to drag Clay to the bedroom or the bathroom or maybe just the front door so he can stop messing with my head and my life.

Before I can, Brooke holds up both hands. “I’ll give you guys a second.” She takes her coffee and shoots me a grin before heading toward the balcony.

“Where’d you get that idea?” I demand when she’s gone, the door closed behind her. “And could you please put on that shirt?”

“It’s dirty.” Clay rests an elbow on the back of the next chair, drinking his coffee as if we’re in his place, not mine.

“You like dirty.”

His slow grin is feral. “So do you.”

Good girl.

Come on my cock, baby. Let me feel you come undone.

I flush. I’m getting distracted from what’s important.

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