Elastic Hearts (Hearts #3)(94)

I let them have their fun because every time the subject was brought up they ended up arguing about who won whatever bet they had going. It was amusing to watch.

“I’m glad you’ve taken such an interest in my personal life,” I said when we were sitting outside having a drink.

“We bet five hundred dollars and this * won’t admit he was wrong,” Jensen said, nodding at Oliver. I gaped at them. Five hundred dollars?

“What the f*ck was the bet?”

“That you were involved with a client,” Oliver said.

“No. That you would become involved with a client and actually fall for her,” Jensen corrected.

“No. He only had to f*ck one of his clients, and he told you he was representing Nicole before we made the bet, so it should be thrown out the window,” Oliver said, raising an eyebrow.

“You should have bet for Jensen to get a tattoo on his ass and for you to cut your f*cking hair,” I said.

They scoffed.

“All I’m saying is I won,” Oliver said. “Did you or did you not f*ck her before you became her attorney?”

My jaw twitched. I didn’t want to talk about my sex life with Nicole, and I couldn’t even throw anything back at him about his because I really didn’t want to talk about his sex life with my sister. I took a gulp of Jameson and looked at him over my glass. “Fuck you, Rapunzel.”

Jensen laughed loudly. “You do need a haircut.”

“Fuck you both,” Oliver said, running a hand through his hair. “The kids like it.”

They probably did. I’d heard from a friend of a friend that the pediatrics office where he worked boomed after he’d gotten a job there. My sister seemed to be amused by the whole hot doctor thing he had going on at work. I shook my head.

“Both of you are *s,” I said, standing and stretching. “Now let me go get ready. I have a long flight and I hear Game of Thrones shoot is pretty epic, so I don’t want to be tired when I get there.”

That shut both of them up for all of three seconds before they started with an onslaught of insults. You bastard! I can’t believe you’re going! I hope they hire you as an extra and kill you off!

I chuckled and raised my middle finger up as I walked away from them. “They only kill Muggles.”

“That’s not even the right series,” they screamed.

“Keep betting against me. You’ll never win,” I shouted back.

“You’re an *. Send pictures.”

“I’ll think about it.”

Now we were here and I realized just how impressive the set actually was, I’d sent short of a thousand pictures. Nicole was just in awe of everything, the way I probably would have been if I’d actually watched it on television. I’d always avoided things when my clients worked on shows I enjoyed because I thought they’d take away from the fantasy of what I liked watching on screen, but this was the real deal. The set was Iceland, and Iceland was breathtaking. And I’d probably never set foot back here again, so I tried to enjoy every second of it and openly being with Nicole.

My phone buzzed in my pocket and I took it out. Nicole rolled her eyes.

“I thought you were off work. You check your phone every two seconds.”

“Some of us need to stay employed, baby,” I said, scrolling through my email. My heart stopped when I saw it was from Will and had a smiley face on the subject line. A f*cking smiley face from Will could only mean one thing. I opened it up and noticed the attachment. Above it, the email said, Good to have you back, partner.

My heart leaped, soared, in a way that only rivaled what Nicole made me feel when she looked at me.

“Your hands are shaking. You need better gloves,” Nicole said beside me. I shook my head.

“No. I’m not cold,” I said, and meant it. As I opened the attachment on the email, all I felt was warmth. I let out a long, relieved, icy breath. “Thank. Fucking. God.”

“What?” she asked. I turned the phone so she could see, and smiled when she gasped. She stayed quiet for so long, that I had to look at her. I noticed she had tears in her eyes. Tears that would probably freeze before they fell onto her face. I pulled her head and crashed it onto my beating heart. “It’s over,” she whispered. “It’s really over.”

I wasn’t sure if she was sad, happy, relieved, and I didn’t know if I had it in me to ask. I faced things head-on, but if she told me she was sad about her divorce finally being completely over, I wasn’t sure how I’d feel. Probably broken-hearted. Probably crushed. I decided I need to man up and took a deep breath, rearing back slightly and tilting her face to look into her eyes.

“You okay?”

She nodded, blinking slowly. “I am.” Her smile was slow, but wide. “I think . . . I really am.” She let out a smoky breath. “I feel . . . free.”

I smiled, bringing my lips to hers in a soft, chaste kiss. “Sorry to break it to you, but you’re kind of stuck with me.”

She laughed. “I’m okay with that.”

“You better be, or I’ll go tell that guy with the black feather cape to lend me his weapon,” I said. Her eyes got huge and she completely froze for a beat.

“Is he behind us?”

I looked over her head. “Not right behind us, but yeah.”