London Falling (Falling #2)(10)

Holy hell, I was getting horny just listening to my best friend get off. Looked like I’d be jumping Dylan when he got home from work. I waited a couple more moments for Tripp to get his crap together.

“Tripp, you done now, Casanova?”

“Wow, uh yeah. Damn. I might have to keep this one, Bridge. She sucks dick like a Hoover.” He laughed.

I rolled my eyes. “Man-whore.”

“Takes one to know one!” he shot back. He had a point. I definitely enjoyed myself.

“Alright, enough sparring. Anything going on?”

“The dry cleaning service picked up your clothes and unmentionables. Aspen and Hank are officially engaged. Your bills are paid up for the month. Oh, and James Bond called.”

Too many thoughts scrambled for attention at once. “Pen’s getting married!” I screeched. “I knew it!” Those two didn’t stand a chance away from one another. My freak-o-meter called that connection immediately. “Oh, that’s fantastic. Did she say when? I’m hoping for next September.” New York was lovely in the fall. “Hey, wait a minute, how did you find out before me?” A sense of sadness swept across my heart squashing the excitement. I shouldn’t have waited so long to call Aspen.

“Ollie. He was bursting at the seams and couldn’t keep a secret. Aspen was yelling at him in the background as he spilled the beans.” Tripp laughed. “Anyway, according to Ollie it’s going to be fast, as in right between now and your next client. About five weeks. I wrote it on your schedule. It’s the week before the Walker design.”

My brain stopped functioning for a second. “I’m sorry. Did you say five weeks or five months? Hell, both are too damned soon. What’s the rush?”

“I don’t know. She said Hank was adamant and they were getting married at his ranch in Texas, second week in November. She’s flying all of us in her jet.”

“Wow, I’ll have to call her. Find out what the hell is going on. I mean, I’m happy for her. She found her soul mate.” I had found mine too…then he was gone.

Shifting gears was necessary. “So what about James Bond?”

“Surprised you didn’t clue into that first.” He chuckled. I love hearing my guy laugh. “He called and was all thinking we were a couple. Tried to apologize with that sexy assed accent of his.”

“Did you set him straight?” My voice was clipped, worried.

“Pretty much. He wants to talk to you. I told him I’d share the message. I’ll text you his number. Are you going to call?”

Was I going to call? It was a damned good question. I’d thought about the man on and off for over a week now. Dreamt about him most nights, which was unusual for me. I didn’t dream often and when I did dream, it was always about James. That’s why I never talked about it. Tripp would think I was backsliding again.

That kiss last week was scorching hot. If that was a precursor to what he could do in the bedroom, we’d light the sheets on fire. I couldn’t say no to that chemistry. Just thinking about him had my blood boiling and my body coiling with tension. Yup, was definitely going to jump Dylan when he got home. Burn off some of this excess energy.

“Earth to Bridge? Hello?” Tripp’s voice cut through the line.

“Sorry. Yeah, I’ll call him. There was something about him that deserves a little investigating.”

“Investigating or sex-tigating?” He was making up words again.

“Stop it,” I teased. “Hey, how about lunch tomorrow? You, me and Pen? Think you could set it up? I’ll be home for the night tomorrow. Client has a business trip to Iowa. Not interested in hanging around while he attends boring meetings surrounded by corn fields.”

“Excellent. I’ll see what Pen’s doing…probably Hank though. That big, manly cowboy is hot.”

I giggled. “You’re right, he is. But I love how he adores her. I can’t believe they’re getting married. Anyway, find out and text me. Maybe we can eat at ’The Place’ downtown. You know those people go ga-ga over Pen eating there. It’s like they’re feeding royalty.”

“I know and I love it! We get to enjoy their worship of her by default and I’m not too proud beg!” he snickered. “Speaking of begging, the hot blonde’s beckoning me. Bridge, her legs are wide open. Mmm, she’s dripping wet…“

The door slid open behind me and Dylan walked in carrying two bags of Chinese. “Dinner?” he called.

“Gotta go handsome. I love you.” Saved by the boy!

“More than anyone,” Tripp said, breathing heavily yet waiting for my reply.

“More than anyone.”





Chapter - 3





“You’re going down, mate!” Nathaniel gritted his teeth and smashed his racket against the bright blue ball.

The ball bounced on the left wall, then the right and back toward us. I held my position, pulled my right arm back, tightened my grip on the wooden handle and smashed the ball with all my might. Tendons strained, muscles flexed and sweat trickled down my neck as my racket made contact with rubber. The satisfying swak echoed off the white walls.

Nathaniel ran to the side, his sneakers screeched across the reflective paneled floor leaving a gritty black smudge across its surface. He flew toward the ball, his arm stretched to the max. I held my breath. The ball swooshed past the tip of the racket as his body fell to the floor in a heap of limbs.