Page 42 of Hell On Heels
But Razor was glad he’d said it out loud. Now, he knew how to help his brother and his woman.
“I’m sorry. I let my emotions get the better of me when it came to Lottie. I’ll figure my shit out soon. Promise,” Razor said, looking between Teller and Vicious.
“Alright, now that that’s done, don’t you sad sacks feel better,” Teller said, clearly trying not to let his own emotions show.
“Asshole.”
“Fucker.”
Teller didn’t do soft shit. Didn’t want to. “This.” He twirled his finger, gesturing around the room. “Stays in here. Got it.”
“Yep.”
“No worries.”
“Alright, you two hug or something and get out of here. I’ve got shit to do,” Teller said, waving them off.
Once the two men walked out, he dropped into his oversized desk chair. After a beat, he pulled open the small side drawer, lifted a stack of papers, and pulled out a photograph.
A pretty blonde stared back at him—hair barely brushing her shoulders, eyes carrying something haunted beneath the surface.
Teller’s thumb brushed over her face. A quiet sigh slipped out of him. He set the picture back inside the drawer, returned the paper, and shut it.
Just like he’d shut off his heart when she left.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Lottie walked into the bistro and immediately spotted Sway waving at her from across the room. Slipping past the hostess stand, she headed straight for her best friend. Since their conversation at the restaurant, things between them had finally started settling back into place.
When she’d woken up the next morning and found Sasha’s text asking to switch shifts, Lottie had honestly thought someone upstairs might be looking out for her.
With Razor and Hemlock both working swing shifts, Sasha’s message had felt like a blessing. Not only had taking the late shifts given her space from Razor, but it had also allowed her to spend more time working alongside Hemlock, who had always been easygoing, supportive, and fun to be around.
Still, the discomfort from that failed evening clung to her in a way she couldn’t shake. The silence after her apology had stretched painfully long before Razor finally responded with a quick, clipped dismissal. He’d been polite. Almost too polite.
Lottie could still feel the weight of the tension hanging between them, thick with everything left unsaid. She’d hoped she would wake up feeling differently, but she hadn’t. Switching shifts had felt like the universe handing her a temporary escape from what was bound to become an uncomfortable work environment.
Even so, guilt lingered beneath her relief. She couldn’t avoid Razor forever. Eventually, they’d have to face each other and talk. Maybe it would happen when neither of them expected it.
But today wasn’t about Razor.
Today was about lunch and shopping with her best friend.
“Hey, you.” Lottie smiled as she leaned down to hug Sway.
Sway hugged her back tightly. “Glad you called.”
Sliding into the chair across from her, Lottie reached for Sway’s hands with a warm smile. “Tell me what’s going on. How are you doing?”
“The morning sickness is killing me,” Sway admitted, giving her a sheepish smile.
Lottie blinked. “Oh my god. Are you pregnant?”
“Yes.” Sway let out a nervous laugh. “But it’s still early and...I’m scared.”
Lottie’s smile softened instantly. All the lingering tension from the last few days faded beneath the shock of Sway’s confession.
She squeezed Sway’s hands tighter. “Sway, that’s huge.”
