Page 40 of Wrecked
If he couldn’t handle her hookups with his cousin—which happened months ago—their friendship would never survive any Invitations to Escape.
“Yeah,” Jericho replied. “You, Hawk, the chopper, the beach.”
“Right,” Addison said. “Yeah, good. Good mission.”
Jericho and Liv exchanged glances.
“Addison,” Liv began, “Jericho mentioned to the guys that I was thinking of selling.”
“Uh-huh,” Addison bleated.
“Hawk said he was interested in partnering with you,” Jericho said. “His off-tune singing aside, he’d make a great business partner.”
As Liv chatted away, she held up a what looked like a contract, then continued talking. When she finished, Hawk popped the champagne cork. She hadn’t heard a word Liv had said. Not one single word.
“You drinking?” Hawk asked Jericho.
“Hell, yeah,” Addison blurted.
“You driving, babe?” Jericho asked Liv.
Liv nodded.
Jericho raised the flute. “Fill her up.”
Hawk filled three flutes with bubbly while Jericho poured sparkling water for Liv.
Hawk held out a flute. As she took it, he said, “I want to buy Liv’s half. You wanna talk about it or are you good with it?”
Addison couldn’t decide if she wanted to chug the champagne from the bottle or throw up the few sips of wine she’d already drunk.
Silence.
Liv pushed off the sofa. “We’ll give you two a minute. I’m taking my sexy husband onto the dance floor and having some pregnant fun with him.”
Jericho clasped his wife’s hand. “Come on, ‘lil Savage, let’s dance with mama.”
They shut the door behind them.
Alone with Hawk.
Normally, that would be cool. She’d been alone with him dozens and dozens of times. Her gaze met his. Warmth travelled from her chest, up her neck to her cheeks. She took a mouthful of champagne. Down the hatch it went.
“If today hadn’t happened,” she began, “I would have already signed the contract, but we got derailed… over nothing. We gotta clear the air if we’re gonna own a business together.”
Hawk sat on the sofa. She sat beside him, leaned back, crossed her legs. He glanced at her thighs, then jumped his gaze back into her eyes.
“You go first,” she said, hoping he’d come clean about her hookup with Tommy.
“That kiss should never have happened,” he said.
Strangely, her heart broke. While she should have rejoiced with a fist pump and a hug, then thanked him for coming to his senses, her throat tightened, the emotion burbling to the surface.
“What kiss?” She forced a laugh, but it felt fake. “Is that it?” She hated that he was withholding something from her, but she was doing the same damn thing to him.
Except that her sexual history was none of his business. Furthermore, she didn’t care about the hookup. Ancient history.
But he did, or he wouldn’t have cornered her in the henhouse.
