Page 155 of Heresy

His hand cups the weight of my breast, his thumb rubbing a circle over the nipple.

“I take them a second time before morning hits. But with you, there may be a third.”

Shane wasn’t lying.

Over the next few hours, I repeat the mistake I made … again, and again, and again.

It feels good for once not to worry or be concerned.

It feels good to be living.

Shane

“Any idea how much longer until you’re on the road?”

Tanner’s actually annoyed that I’m not in Georgia yet. Bastard has called three times already this morning.

Meanwhile, I’ve got the phone jammed between my ear and my shoulder, sweat trickling down my face, the sun beating down on me like it wants to fry my ass on the concrete, grease and dirt all over my hands from fixing Beauty’s tire, and this dipshit is only concerned abouthow much longer.

If I were anywhere near Tanner right now, I’d take this fucking wrench and smack the stupid out of him.

“I don’t know. An hour? Two? I’m not exactly working in the best of conditions at the moment.”

“Well, maybe that wouldn’t be an issue if you hadn’t slept in.”

Grinning at that, I remember the reason I slept in, and I’d do it again in a heartbeat, regardless of what Tanner wants.

“Yeah, well, stealing a car, abducting someone, getting her to cooperate, having my house vandalized and almost dying because someone tried to take out my car tends to drain the shit out of me. A thousand fucking apologies for not accomplishing everything according to your timeline.”

“You never accomplish shit according to my timeline. And always with some excuse.”

Maybe I can pay Priest to go smack Tanner around for me.

He fucking deserves it.

“Says the guy who took how many years to finally trap Luca?”

Tanner is quiet for a second. “That’s different.”

“Okay. Great story. Tell me another. It’s not like I’ve got shit to do right now or anything.”

Dropping my tools to the ground, I sit down to give my knees a break after kneeling in place for an hour.

“Have you dealt with the governor yet? Or Scott? Or anything up there while I’ve been away?”

He’s quiet again, his tone of voice clipped when he finally answers, “Not yet.”

Laughing at that, I shake my head.

“Then stop complaining about my timeline, and get your own straight.”

A softer voice can be heard in the room with Tanner, Lacey from what I can tell. I can almost feel the irritation rising in him.

“Just cancel the damn meeting,” he tells her.

She responds, and I hear a pen clicking in his hand.

“Why am I responsible for that?”

---