Page 391 of Summer Heat
She ran straight to her car. “Don’t worry, I have the spare key. Have fun you two. Don’t wait up!”
He glowered at her retreating figure, willing her to stop all this and come back to him. When she didn’t, when she actually drove off, he grabbed his phone and dialed her number.
Straight to voicemail. Goddamn it!
“Oh my god. You’re completely gaga over a little college kid.” Victoria tsked, sounding both highly entertained and slightly awed. “My, how the mighty have fallen.”
Not trusting himself to say anything that wasn’t four-lettered, he kept his mouth shut and held the door open for her, foot tapping impatiently.
Victoria snickered as she walked past. “I do hope she comes back, Connor. She really is super cute.”
He slammed the front door on her.
* * * * *
1:00 AM
With each passing hour, it seemed like the time on the DVR box glowed brighter and brighter.
Mocking him.
Though she hadn’t been dressed for it, and she’d mentioned before that it wasn’t her scene, Connor still couldn’t help but wonder if Abby did in fact end up going to some hot, sweaty club. The thought made his back teeth hurt. Probably from all the clenching.
Picturing her dancing around with other men had him on edge, territorial.
At 1:01 AM, he finally picked up his phone and unclenched long enough to text her:
>> Having fun?
His phone beeped back a half a minute later and he exhaled in relief. At least she was still talking to him.
>> Sure. Are you?
No. He’d missed the hell out of her all night. Tonight had been anything but fun.
>> Victoria left right after you did.
Pause.
>> Oh. Sorry if i ruined your plans for the evening.
He let out a frustrated breath.
>> It’s not what you think. I haven’t slept with her in years.
Her reply was instant.
>> How do you know what i think?
Replaying the look in her eyes as she’d left the house, he texted back:
>> You seemed upset.
The sound of musical chirping coming from outside his room led him out to the hallway where Abby was standing at the top of the stairwell with her phone. “Damn right I was upset.”
“I told you—”
“Not over you and Victoria,” she snapped. “If you want to date other women, that’s your prerogative. What I am pissed about is being reduced to a peon in the presence of two oh-so-great attorneys. Call me a relative stranger, call me the girl you’re banging, I don’t care—but don’t ever make me out to be anything less than I am again! I’ve worked hard to achieve the goals in my life. I’m not some young college kid bumming on your couch. How the heck would you feel if I’d referred to you in that way during your last year of law school?”
