The Fake Out (Vancouver Storm, #2)(31)

“Yeah.” My voice is barely a whisper. “Friends.”

Her mouth eases into a smile of relief, and I want to kiss her again. Once tonight wasn’t enough. I don’t know if ten times would be enough. No matter how much I touch her, how much time we spend together, it’s never enough.

There’s a loud rumbling noise, and we snap out of whatever’s happening.

“Come out, come out,” Owens calls, and Hartley’s eyes widen as we listen to the sound of doors opening and closing. He’s making his way up the hall, and he’s going to find us.

“Rory,” she whispers, holding up the Nerf gun. “We’re out of ammo.”

“Shit.” We stare at each other. “We need to run.”

She nods, biting her bottom lip, starting to smile.

“Are you having fun?” I ask, grinning, and she nods again, smiling wider. “Good.” I take her hand, so soft and delicate in mine. “Ready?”

“Ready.”





CHAPTER 19





RORY





I throw the door open, and we sprint down the hall, away from Owens.

“Oh, ho, ho,” he calls after us, and Hazel lets out a shriek of laughter that sends happiness and joy streaking through me.

I’m flying. I’m on top of the world with her laughing with me like this. She’s holding my hand as tightly as I’m holding hers as we swing around the corner, and this feels like everything I’ve been missing in life. My pulse pounds in my ears as I take in Hartley’s bright eyes and face, flushed from exertion. Her chest rising and falling fast. The slender line of her throat as she swallows, still watching me.

“Hartley,” I hiss, picking a fully loaded Nerf gun off a side table.

She gasps in delight, and I feel like king of the universe. I hand it to her. She takes aim, and Owens bounds around the corner. Hartley lets the pellets fly and they hit him in the chest.

He deflates with disappointment. “Come on.”

Hartley shrugs, beaming. “Pay up, Owens.”

He pulls his Polaroid out of his jacket and hands it to her before hooking his arm around her neck, pretending to choke her as she laughs.

“See you two downstairs,” he says, letting her go and handing me his Nerf gun. He lowers his voice and leans in. “McKinnon’s on the third floor.”

Hartley’s eyes light up with competitive focus, and we creep up to the third floor, quiet as thieves, listening with rapt attention as we move through the rooms.

A phone dings in the next room over, and we freeze.

“That’s gotta be him,” she breathes, looking over at the door that leads to that room. She chews her lip, probably thinking the same thing I am: he could be waiting and ready on the other side.

“There’s another door from the hall,” I whisper in her ear, smiling when she shudders.

“It’s too risky.” Her mouth tilts. “This is so stupid.”

“Yeah.” I nod. “But it’s fun.”

She nods, smiling up at me.

“I’m going to lure him out.”

Her eyes widen in surprise. “What? No.”

“Yes.” I want her to win this. Fuck that guy. “You want to win, don’t you?”

“I want us to win.” She blinks. “Together.”

The thing is, watching Hartley win would feel like winning.

“We’re a team,” she adds, and that’s all I need to hear.

“So let me be a team player.”

Off her reluctant nod, I walk out and stride down the hallway, hands in my pockets, whistling a cheerful tune. When I pass the room where he’s lounging on a couch, texting on his phone, his head snaps up. A moment later, a foam pellet hits my back.

I sigh, and when I turn, his nostrils flare with irritation at my stupid grin. “Gosh darn it. You got me, McKinnon.”

Behind him, Hazel steps into the hall, standing tall with eyes full of fire. The hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

McKinnon gives me a dirty look. “What the fuck is wrong with you? I won, motherfucker.”

The crack echoes in the hallway as Hartley sends the Nerf pellet flying, and McKinnon flinches, turning. “What the—”

Hartley’s grin stretches ear to ear, and I match it.

“You’re out,” she says to him.

The look on his face when he realizes we played him? It’s fucking glorious.

“Fuck,” he snaps. “Stupid fucking game.”

Hazel holds a hand out. “Give me your picture.”

He rips it off the chain around his neck and tosses it at her. She catches it, watching with a feline grin as he stomps down the hall.

“He was always a sore loser,” Hazel says quietly, and her nose wrinkles.

Fuck, I love that she won. “You’re ruthless.”

She’s smiling up at me, and I could stay right here in this moment forever. “I’m a dragon, aren’t I?” Her eyes linger on mine, teasing me, lighting my blood on fire.

She glances over her shoulder at McKinnon still walking down the hall, before she loops her arm around my neck and hauls my mouth to hers.

A groan rips out of me from deep in my chest as her lips meet mine. Her mouth is hot, soft, so fucking pliant and sweet and giving as I sink into her. My hands frame her jaw, tilting her open more, and when I suck on the tip of her tongue, she makes a startling, needy moaning noise that goes straight to my cock.