Page 187 of Home Game
I moved closer to kiss again. “Want to christen this place?”
“Yes.”
The sound of my phone interrupted us.
“Ignore it.” I bit her neck. Whoever was calling could wait. But her curiosity got the best of her. She ripped her mouth from mine and looked at my phone that lay on the counter.
“It’s Mica.” She handed me my phone. “Answer.”
“That guy has the worst timing.”
“He never calls, he only texts. Answer it.”
She had a point. I swiped the phone on. “Ryan here.”
“Ryan, it’s Mica.” He sounded stressed.
“What’s up, man?”
He cleared his throat. “Could we talk?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“No, in person.”
Zoey’s eyes widened as she listened.
“When?”
“Right now.”
The tone of his voice made me frown. “You okay?”
“I fucked up.”
Mica Petrov didn’t fuck up. “How bad?”
“Real bad.”
I stepped away from Zoey. Concern clouded my voice. “Where are you?”
“At Dewy’s Pub.”
“I’m on my way.”
“Thanks.” He hung up.
Zoey’s eyes looked scared. “What’s wrong?”
“No clue.”
She pushed at my chest. “Go. Go talk to him.”
We walked towards the door and then she stood and watched me get into my SUV. “If you have to bury a body, call me.”
I laughed. She was serious which is why it was so damn funny. “You think I’d let you miss out on that kind of fun?”
“I mean it.”
“Call me when you get home.”
She stole my words. “You’re my home.”
I leaned back out and dropped another lingering kiss on her lips. “Love you, Zobenia.”
Her eyes misted. “I love you too. Now go fix Mica.”
