“Yeah, but I’ll be getting one of those from you later anyway.” His expression grows serious, and he tips my chin. “Kiss me.”
Rising on my tiptoes, I press my lips to his. In a matter of seconds, his tongue is slicking over mine and we’re breathing heavily, like we can’t get enough of each other.
The knot in my chest grows bigger.
“Phoenix?” Quinn calls out.
Shoot.
We break apart just as the door opens. “Did you forget about me?”
“No,” Phoenix says. “Let’s go.”
Quinn walks out a second time…and Phoenix takes the opportunity to attack my lips again.
“She’s gonna kill you,” I breathe between kisses that make my head spin.
I squeal when he grabs a handful of my ass and sucks my bottom lip into his mouth. “Worth it.”
“Seriously?” Quinn yells from the other side of the door.
I can’t help but laugh when she stomps inside and snatches his arm.
“I am starving,” she whines as she leads him out of the room.
Turning his head, Phoenix gives me a vulgar smile. “Me too.”
I cradle my phone between my ear and shoulder. “I didn’t book my flight home yet, but I’ll do it tonight after the concert.”
“All right. No problem,” Mrs. Palma says. “Just let me know your flight details so I can make arrangements to pick you up at the airport.”
“That’s okay. I’ll take an Uber home.”
“Nonsense,” she starts to say before her husband yells something that sounds a whole lot like ‘four’ in the background. “I have to go. Your father and my husband are golfing.”
That’s…surprising. “Golfing? Dad doesn’t golf.”
“I know. But today he was recalling the one and only time he did, and Richard convinced him he should try it again since it’s his favorite pastime. Next thing I know, Richard’s lugging his clubs over here and now they’re golfing in the living room. I’m pretty sure one of them just broke the television.”
Yikes. “Well, if they did, don’t worry.” I’ll be getting six figures in less than a week. “I’ll buy a new one when I get home.”
“Ok, dear. I’ll call you back later. Richard, what is wrong with you? Take your balls outside—”
And that’s the last thing I hear before the line goes dead.
I check the clock on the nightstand. They’ve only been gone a half hour and with Quinn—and Phoenix’s—appetite, I’m sure they’ll be there for a while.
I’m looking around for my shoes so I can meet them when there’s a knock on my door.
I find Skylar on the other side of it…looking absolutely miserable.
My stomach drops. Poor thing must have heard about the upcoming nuptials.
“Come here.” I pull her into a hug. “I’m so sorry. This situation sucks so bad.”
She goes rigid. “Yeah, it does.” She rubs my back. “But you have nothing to be sorry for, Lennon. This isn’t your fault.”
I’m not sure why she’d think it was my fault, but hey, heartbreak can do a number on the brain.
She hugs me tighter. “I’ve already made some calls. I’m hoping they’ll be buried by tomorrow.”
Now, I’m the one who goes rigid. I didn’t think she was being literal when she asked me if I wanted her to kill Phoenix…but apparently, she was.
Anxiety coils through me. I know she’s hurting, but Jesus.
The woman is with child, for crying out loud.
This brings a whole new meaning to the term—hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
And friendship…because now I’m a freaking accessory.
I untangle from her. “Whoa. Don’t you think that’s a little extreme?”
Evidently not, because she looks at me like I’m the crazy one. “Are you for real right now?” Anger colors her expression. “This shit is beyond fucked up. It’s absolutely despicable.”
I back away slowly. “I totally get that you’re upset, but putting a hit out on Memphis and Gwen is so not the right way to deal with this.”
Her jaw drops. “Wait…what? What are you talking about?”
I blink, thoroughly confused. “You’re not planning on having Memphis and Gwen murdered?”
Shock has her rearing back. “Yeah…no.” Her eyes close. “Shit. That means you don’t know.”
You’d think finding out my friend didn’t hire a hit man would squash all my anxiety, but nope.