Reckless Abandon (November Blue, #2)(46)

Shit.

Bo’s eyebrows knit together. “Boston?” Before he annunciates then, realization sears his eyes. The rise and fall of his chest

increases as he puts it together. “How long has it been going on?”

“What are you talking about?” I feign ignorance.

“Don’t screw with me!” He punches my dash, causing me to jump. “How long have you been f*cking Turner?” His teeth are clenched

so tightly, I’m surprised words escape at all.

“Get out of my car. So help me God, Bo, get out of my car right now before I lay on this horn and have Regan force you out.” I

beg my chin to stop quivering as I force my eyes into his.

With a petulant shrug, Bo gets out. Hanging onto my doorframe, he ducks his head into my car.

“You’re right. We can’t be friends,” he says before he slams the door.

I don’t wait for him to step away from the car before I put it in reverse and tear out of his driveway like a bat out of hell.





Chapter Twenty


“Sorry to wake you.”

“It’s OK, Blue, you sounded upset.” Adrian holds his door open well past midnight. I texted him after I left “Casa Cavanaugh”

and flew here in record time.

I drop my backpack on the island and slump onto the couch. My body shifts to the left when he sits next to me.

“What happened?” Adrian’s arm envelopes my shoulders and he kisses the top of my head.

I’ll never listen to Coldplay again ...

“I can’t be friends with him, Adrian.” I rock my forehead side to side in my folded hands.

“Did he do something to you?” His body stiffens as he leans back.

So many things ...

I look up, forcing a smile before I shake my head. My face feels flush as I move to straddle his lap. Fighting the tears from the

roller coaster bitch-of-a-night I’ve had, I take off my shirt and cast it to the floor. Adrian’s eyes widen in praise as he cups

my breasts in his hands. I lean forward, tracing my tongue up the side of his ear, eliciting a groan from his throat.

“God, I’ve missed you this week. Come with me, I want you in my bed.”

I nod and take his hand, silently following the lion into his den.

Foreplay has no purpose here—need wants what it wants. Adrian’s expert moves take me away from everything that’s happened over

the last few weeks. Thankful for the pitch-black room, I blink a few tears out of the corners of my eyes.

“Harder, Adrian,” I whisper into his ear.

Make me forget ...



*



A gentle nudging of my shoulders pulls me from a deep, sex-induced sleep. I peel my eyes open and groan at the sunset peeking

through the bedroom curtains.

“Hey, babe, your phone’s ringing—it’s Monica.” Adrian places the phone in my hand and I blindly answer.

“Hello?” I yawn.

“Hello? Hello? Where the hell are you? Hello...God ...” she scoffs into the phone.

I pull the phone away from my ear to see it’s just after eight, and Monica’s just putting together that I didn’t go back to the

hotel last night.

“I’m in Boston—” I don’t have time to finish before she launches in on her tirade.

“Boston? Ember what the christ are you doing?”

“What am I doing? I’m lying in Adrian’s bed, pushing the image of Ainsley kissing Bo on his front porch out of my head—that’s

what I’m doing.” I hiss into the phone so Adrian can’t hear from the kitchen. I replay the scene, detail by gory detail, for

Monica.

“So you’re with Adrian for the specific purpose of getting over Bo?” She asks unapologetically.

“No, I’m not. But last night, it became clear that Bo and I are too toxic to even be friends, let alone anything else. So why not

actually be happy with someone who lets me be me?” I pace into the kitchen wearing only my panties and one of Adrian’s

undershirts.

“Ha! Lets you be you? OK, we’ll see how long that lasts. You forget—I was around last time Adrian was, Ember. You were the

furthest thing from being you.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I stop and Adrian lifts his head from his iPad with an arched brow.

“I mean you turned into a giant snob when you dated him in college, and I really don’t want to put up with that again.” Her tone

is blunt and unforgiving.

This revelation is news to me. Further, it’s irritating that she’d cast how we may have acted several years ago onto the people

we are today. I spew a frustrated goodbye into the phone and begin pouring myself a cup of coffee.

“Not a pleasant call, I take it?” Adrian spoons cereal into his mouth and chews while waiting for my answer.

“Monica’s had a rod up her ass for weeks now. She isn’t keen on the idea of us being together.” I perch on the stool across

from Adrian and roll my eyes as I sip my coffee. Adrian swallows his cereal as a Cheshire grin swallows him.

“Together, huh?” He bites his bottom lip in the way that drives me wild.