Spin My Love (My Love #1)(45)

“Why? It’s been so long since we were together,” I say. “I want you to talk to me about these things. Lord knows I dump all my issues on you.”

He chews on his bottom lip. “You’re right, it has, but it’s still a little weird for me.”

“You know I love you,” I whisper. I’m just not in love with him.

“I know, and I love you too. And I’m happy for you and Tane.”

“That’s because you’re amazing and unselfish.”

He stills. “I’m not a saint.”

I laugh. “Don’t I know that. When will Gage be home?”

“I’m not sure, to be honest. I know he wants you to spend some time with Bianca.”

“Yeah, I kind of figured,” I grumble. The least I can do is play nice with his girlfriend. I just hope that he’s serious about her before I try and become her friend. I love my brother, but his track record with women isn’t that great.

Then again, neither was Tane’s.

“He’s serious about her. You don’t have to be scared to get close to her,” Levi states.

He knows me too well. “Yeah, alright.”

“So. Sydney?” he prods.

“I’d like to surprise Tane. He’s been messaging me all the time saying he’s missing us, and calling every chance he can get.”

“Well there you go then, book your ticket,” he says. “You must be loaded with cash seeing as you’re mortgage-free.”

“You heard about that, huh?”

He laughs. “Oh, I heard about it. I wish I was there to see your face.”

I roll my eyes. “I was surprised, happy, and kind of angry.”

“I’ll bet.”

“Also grateful. It feels nice to have someone taking care of me, you know?” I admit.

“You deserve it.” The sadness in his eyes makes me feel bad for talking to him about Tane and me.

“How’s work going?” I ask, changing the subject.

“Really good, actually. Installed a bunch of systems this week. Crime rate is getting higher and higher, so the people who can afford the best security are asking for it,” he says. “We’ve also installed some free-of-charge to a few schools and places like that.”

I lower my brows. “You guys are so great. I’m so proud of you both.”

“We’re proud of you too, Giselle. Now go and book that ticket.”

I nod. Looks like I’m going to surprise my man.





Chapter Twenty-three

Tane

Another gig comes to an end. I’m walking out of the club when I see a familiar face, but not a welcomed one. Maybe he didn’t see me?

“Tane?”

Well, f*ck.

I turn and muster a smile for Eddie, Keiran’s best friend. He’s the one who Keiran first started doing drugs with, long before I ever entered the scene.

“How have you been, bro?” he asks, looking me up and down.

“I’ve been okay,” I reply in a careful tone, neither friendly nor rude “And yourself?”

He shrugs, and rubs his red eyes. “I miss him, you know?”

Of course I know.

“Yeah,” I mumble, looking down. “I miss him too.”

Every day.

“What are you doing here?” I ask. Last I heard he was in Eastern Europe doing God-knows-what.

“Just coming to see some mates,” he says, itching his nose agitatedly. “Do you want to hang out for a bit? Reminisce a little? I hate it that I don’t have anyone to talk about him with anymore.”

I look around us.

“I have thirty minutes before I have to be somewhere,” I lie.

He nods. “Cool, that’s better than nothing. I know a place, a pub just across the road.”

I swallow hard and follow him. Thirty minutes. That’s it. I can do that.

*****

Giselle

Bag on my shoulder, I walk through the hotel and onto the seventh floor. Tane told me he was staying in room seven hundred and two, so that’s what room I search for. I knock twice, then take a step back and wait for him to open the door. A couple of seconds pass before I see his face. Green eyes widen and his mouth drops open. I jump into his arms before his surprise can wear off.

“Giselle.” He smiles down at me, eyes roaming over me greedily. “You just made my night.”

My lips find his, showing him just how badly I’d missed him.

“I missed you,” I say against his mouth. “I thought I’d surprise you. It was actually Levi’s idea.”

He raises his eyebrows. “Remind me to thank him.”

He puts me down and locks the door. I throw my bag down in the corner and sit down on the bed, smiling widely. “How was your set?”

“Good. I saw an old friend afterwards, had a chat, then came back to the room,” he says, not taking his eyes away from me.

He has that look in his eyes; the one that says he wants me badly.

“Do you want something?” I ask him, playing coy.

He kneels between my legs and kisses me gently. “You. Always you.”

“Right answer,” I whisper, smiling as he pulls my t-shirt off and throws it onto the floor.