Page 39 of Wrecked
Liv was beaming, and Addison delighted in seeing her cousin this happy.
Addison sipped the wine. “I thought Jericho would be here with you.”
“He’s hanging out there.”
“How are you doing?” Addison asked.
“I’m good. Work’s keeping me busy. The nursery is all done, in both houses. One more month until the big day, then, I’mreallygonna be busy.” She looked around, then started to get up.
“What do you need?” Addison asked.
“My phone. It’s on the desk.”
After Addison handed it to her, Liv sent a quick text. “I can’t believe I haven’t asked you this, but Jericho and I would love for you to be the baby’s godmother.”
“I’d love that,” Addison said with a smile. “Thank you. Who’s the Godfather?”
“Jericho hates having to pick one friend over the other, but he finally made up his mind.” Liv’s smile fell away. “I have one more thing to tell you. I’ve been putting this off because I wish I didn’t have to say this.”
She studied Liv’s face. “Are you okay?”
“Totally fine, just a little sad. Do you remember when I told you I was thinking of selling my half of the club?”
Addison heart dropped. She loved co-running Lost Souls with her cousin. It had beentheirbaby from the beginning. “You sold your half.”
“I have a buyer, but I want you to feel totally comfortable before I accept the offer. I was concerned about selling to a stranger or to someone who would want to change things up. Anyway, I want you to—”
Knock-knock-knock.
Addison rose and opened the door. Her heart jumped into her throat. Hawk stood there, his wicked-hot gaze drilling into her. He’d changed into a black T-shirt that stretched against his taut muscles and tattered jeans that hugged his massive thighs. Jericho stood beside him.
She flicked her gaze from one to the other.
“Come on in,” Liv called from the sofa.
Addison’s brain kicked back on as Hawk squeezed by. His just-showered scent surrounded her and she breathed him in.
He cleans up so good.
With a tray in hand, Jericho walked in, shut the door behind him. On it was a small bottle of sparkling water and four flutes.
Hawk set a bottle of champagne on the desk, held out a brown paper bag. With a gleam in his eyes, he said to Addison, “You forgot your tomatoes.”
Somehow, he made that sound deliciously dirty.
She flicked her gaze to the champagne. “What are we celebrating?”
The second she uttered those words, she knew.
No, no freaking way.
Hawk was Liv’s potential buyer. When she slid her gaze to him, he was waiting. Before today, she would have jumped up and down with excitement. Now, her feet were firmly planted on the floor.
“I heard you kicked some serious ass during the mission,” Jericho said.
“Mission?” Addison mumbled, her gaze cemented on Hawk.
This cannot—cannot—be happening.
