Spin My Love (My Love #1)(6)

Tane doesn’t deserve it.





Chapter Two

Tane

I’m leaning against the marble table, staring at the spot that woman just vacated.

It can’t be … could it?

It’s those eyes.

Giselle.

Hauntingly beautiful, ice-blue eyes.

Keira turns to me with a huff. Her top is on inside out, but I don’t bother telling her. I want to get out of here, ASAP.

“Fucking Giselle. She thinks she’s so much better than everyone else.”

I stand up straight. “Giselle?” I repeat, unable to feign indifference. A bad feeling creeps up my spine. Fuck, it was her. Why did she have to see me like this? And I didn’t even speak to her.

Regret fills me.

“Yeah, you were friends with her brother, Gage, weren’t you?” she says as she starts to undress again, obviously wanting to get back to business.

She looks so different. My Giselle didn’t have any tattoos, her hair was lighter and she was curvier. But those ice blue eyes …

A memory flashes in my mind, confusing me.

“Fuck!” I curse. I’d only just gotten back in town, and I didn’t plan on seeing Giselle so soon. I wasn’t ready yet—didn’t want her to see what I’ve become. The man I am now is different from the one she knew. I’ve pretty much avoided everyone I knew from high school, all my old friends, for the last several years. But now she’s already been exposed to this, I can only imagine what she thinks of me. I curse again, and then turn my gaze to Keira.

I’ve f*cked this up so bad.

She’s leaning against the wall suggestively, but I ignore it. She was just someone to keep me occupied for the night, no commitment or drama, but that sure as hell isn’t happening anymore.

“How do you know her?” I demand.

“Giselle? I’m Levi’s older sister. I told you that,” she says. She might have told me, but I sure as hell hadn’t been listening. Levi Black’s sister? Shit. Come to think of it, I had heard rumours about her in high school, and her rep might just be worse than mine. And now she is willing to send her kid away to have sex with me? Because I’m famous? Yes, I heard her comment to Giselle.

It’s Tane Miller!

Heaven-f*cking-forbid, someone like me for me.

She puts her hand on my chest, and I flinch. I sure as f*ck don’t want her touching me anymore. I push her away and put my clothes back on, only thinking of Giselle.

Christ. She must be disgusted by me. And she would have every reason to be.

“Where are you going? We’re not done,” she whines. She tries to pout seductively, but it just looks ridiculous. I ignore her feeble attempts at seduction and concentrate on something else.

Giselle. I need to talk to her, now. I can’t leave things like this. Better late than never, right?

“I have somewhere I need to be,” I say. I put my shoes on and walk to the door. I pause with my hand on the doorknob. “Where does your brother live these days?”

“He has an apartment in Hale,” she says, her fists tightly clenched at her sides, giving away her anger. I’m tempted to ask for the address, but I decide against it. Surely I can figure it out.

When I open the door I feel her hand on my shoulder, stopping me from leaving.

“We’re gonna hook up again, right?” she asks, biting her lip.

I wouldn’t want to give her false hope, so I just mumble a goodbye and walk out.

*****

Thanks to social media, it wasn’t hard to get Gage’s phone number. He’d been shocked when I called and that made me feel even worse. Gage and Levi are good people, and we were thick as thieves back in the day. After I left rather suddenly, I turned my back on my old life. I only hope that I can make things right with all of them.

And Giselle.

How I’ve missed her over the years. I thought about her constantly, but I was too chicken-shit to reach out. Was she married?

The thought is like a punch to the gut.

Besides my mother, I’ve never cared for any girl as I did for Giselle. She’s kind, gentle, and beautiful. At least that’s how I remember her. The fit, tattooed woman I’d seen earlier was a stark contrast to the girl I knew, but she’s still her.

I knock on the door of apartment number twenty-eight. I run my hand through my hair and take a deep breath. Who knows what kind of reception I will get from Levi. I haven’t seen neither him nor Gage in years. We had been best friends and partners in crime since I can remember. But that was before, and this is now. So much has changed since then.

The door opens slowly, and I look up into the blue eyes of Gage Reece. A grin is spread across his face, and he pulls me into a brief, tight hug.

“Tane! Long time, no see, man,” he drawls. Gage looks bigger than I remember. Taller, more toned. More intimidating.

“I know. How have you been?” I ask.

“Can’t complain,” he says with a familiar grin. He waves his arm as an invitation for me to enter, so I do. The place is nice, but it’s clear that men live here. There is limited furniture, and pizza boxes litter the kitchen table. Gage opens the fridge and offers me a beer.

“Nah man, I’m fine.” He shrugs and grabs two.

Gage leads me into the living area where Levi is lying on the floor on his back, lifting up a little kid in the air with his feet, like a flying airplane. Gage hands Levi a beer when he puts the kid down.