Page 135 of Tapped

I slam the tailgate and give him one more chance. “I’ve got a ton of paperwork, subjects to interview, my Goddaughter is about to make her grand appearance, and I have an important phone call to make, which needs to be done before all the other shit on my list. If you think Brax is the only one with pull, you’re wrong. He might be the star in the documentary, but I’m next in line. I can help you. I’m just curious—why Miami? You can do this job anywhere.”

“Shit,” he bites, but finally gives it up. “I could feed you a load of shit, but I do not have that kind of imagination. Someone is here. I need to be here too.”

I can’t help but laugh. “There’s a lot of fucking people in Miami.”

“I’m not going to beg. Put in a good word or not. I’m done.”

King turns to walk away, but I call after him. “I’ll talk to Tim.”

He doesn’t thank me or even have the decency to turn around to give me a glance. He keeps walking and barely offers a lazy wave.

“I’ll mention it to Brax after the baby is here too. He’ll be in a good mood. I’m sure he’ll make a call.”

King is halfway across the parking lot at this point.

I raise my voice. “All I have to say is someone had better be named after me someday. You don’t know me, but I’ll never forget this moment. You owe me, Jennings!”

He disappears around the corner, and I lose sight of him.

Kingston Jennings is one moody asshole, but I’ll talk to Tim.

It might not be so bad.

Having King around will make me look like Mr. Rogers.

But I have more important things to do at the moment and hit call on the new number one contact in my phone.

She answers immediately. “Seriously, that took you longer than you said it would. Please tell me I don’t need to turn around and head to the hospital.”

I embrace my new, less moody self. “I can’t lie, baby. Feels good that you’re thinking about me.”

I hear heels echo in a quick clip down a hallway. “It’s the first time we’ve been apart in I don’t know how long. I miss you.”

“Where are you?”

“BioNova headquarters. Andrew called right before I was leaving the house.” The clicking stops, and she pulls in an audible breath. “Micah, the asshole signed the divorce papers.”

I drop my head and stare at the ground in front of me. I haven’t given the finality of her divorce much thought. In my head, she’s always been mine.

Even before I knew her.

Touched her.

Made her mine officially.

When I heard her voice through the taps, I pictured her at my side.

I pictured myself at hers.

My tone is rough with something I don’t recognize. “That’s good, baby.”

There’s a pause. “Are you okay?”

I pull in a deep breath and tip my face to the sun.

To the light.

“I don’t remember being this good, Evie. Sign the fucking papers, and let me know when it’s done. I’m sorry I can’t be there with you.”

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