“Yeah,” he grunted in reply to the mystery person on the other end of his call.“I need a favor.”She resisted the urge to impatiently tap her foot as another second passed.“I need you and Rachel to pass by Bethany’s apartment and gather some clothes and shit and bring them here.”
Really?
The man was infuriating.
“Yeah.I’ll text you the address.”
This is how murders happen.
CHAPTER TWO
It was safe to say, this was not exactly how Benny thought this day was going to go.His plan was to go to the ceremony.Witness Bethany getting married.Leave.Then celebrate his newfound closure with alcohol.That obviously didn’t happen.And his ex, standing before him in nothing but his shirt and boxers clearly wasn’t closure.It was the exact fucking opposite of that shit.
“Did you hear me?”Bethany impatiently called out.Her arms crossing over her chest as angry jade eyes narrowed on him.“I’m not staying with you, Benny.Just give me some sweats and drop me off at the Evans ranch.”
That wasn’t happening.He knew Bethany.Better than anyone.Right now, she needed quiet.Time to clear her head.Make a plan.As nice as the Evans ranch was, it was a small fricking town, and he’d give it an hour before her parents and a disgruntled ex-fiancé would be knocking down her door.
Unfortunately, he also knew how stubborn she was.
“You really wanna do this, B?Spend the next hour making a pros and cons list?”The daggers she was giving him momentarily faltered.That was enough for him to know her stubborn was penetrable.So, he continued.“‘Cause, I’ll do it if I have to.I’ll tell you all the reasons staying at the Evans ranch isn’t really what youwantorneed.I don’t know about you, but I’m tired as hell, and I’d rather just skip to the part where you give me the address.”
All right, so he wasn’t tired, per se.But the head fuck that was Bethany Mayer was definitely making it hard to think clearly.Especially standing there in his kitchen looking like a goddamn wet dream.
It might have been almost a decade since they’d last seen each other but his body remembered her all too well.And it was begging him to do something about the fire shooting through his veins.
That wasn’t going to happen.He’d sooner let his body burn than risk his heart shattering again.He’d been picking up the pieces ever since Bethany walked away ten years ago, and he wasn’t about to start over.
“And you’re such an expert on mywantsandneeds, right Benny?”
Don’t even think about it.
Benny ignored the warning, his body humming in response, vividly recalling every dirty little thing his ex-girlfriend liked.
Stop.
“Wipe that look off your face!”she scolded, mortified.“You don’t get to do that anymore.”
