Chapter 38
Flynn
It was fucking killing me.I wasn't the kind of guy to sit back and let things go to hell while I watched – or to let someone I cared about be treated like shit.
But this was Anna Burke – and Ididn'tcare. Or at least that's what I'd been telling myself for the past half-hour.
By now, I'd recalled where I'd seen that Mackenzie chick before. Her nose was different, but her personality was the same. She'd come onto me hot and heavy one night in the high school bleachers, offering up things that would've made me blush if I were the blushing type.
I'd turned her down flat – and not because she wasn't hot.
She was trouble, and not the kind I could afford, especially back then.
Now, I could afford plenty, but that didn't mean I was interested. I frowned at the sight of her following Anna toward the restroom.What the hell was she doing?
Across from me, Preston said, "You know…if you want her, you can have her."
I was still frowning. "What?"
"She's into that." He cleared his throat. "I mean,we'reinto that."
I was only half listening. "Into what?"
"You know," he said. "Group stuff."
Oh, for fuck's sake.I gave him a long, disgusted look. "Yeah, well good luck with that."
The guy was full of it. Yeah, Mackenzie might like to get her freak on with multiple men, but Preston? He was lying – if not to me then surely to himself.
But hell ifI'dbe his therapist.
Now, he was saying, "Hey, everyone wants an adventurous wife, right?" He laughed like the joke wasn't on him. "I mean, who wants boring?"
He was right about one thing. Watching your wife – or in this case, fiancée – fuck another man wouldn't be boring, that's for damn sure. As for myself, I could think of plenty other ways to keep sex interesting without swapping partners.
More to the point,I didn't share.
And the fact thathedid?
What a cuck.
But like I said, I was no one's therapist, so I replied, "Hey, it's your life. Do what you want."
He nodded. "Yeah. Sure. I do." He reached up to tug at his tie. "Anna, she's pretty hot, huh? I bet she's a real spitfire."
I froze. "What?"
Again, the guy cleared his throat. "I'm just saying, if you like Mackenzie…" He shrugged as if the rest should be self-explanatory.
It was.
And I didn't like it.
Without breaking eye contact, I reached out and lifted my beer. I drained the rest of it and slowly returned the empty bottle to the table.
And then, I smiled.
It wasn't a happy smile or a warm smile. I knew this, because the jackass across from me gave a hard swallow and said, "But hey, if you're not into that sort of thing—"
