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I’m not the only one who isn’t satisfied with the two stolen moments we’ve shared in those storage closets.

He rips his eyes away a beat before turning toward Fletch—I’m assuming to wish him a good rest of the night. I’m about to turn my back on him and attempt to focus on the man who does have time for me when I see it.

And I swear, the world stops fucking turning right there and then.

14

COOPER

My shoulders are still tight as fuck as I rip the back door open of the car I ordered to get me the hell out of there.

I was only going to stay an hour, but then I walked in and saw him.

Shock and confusion slammed into me. For the very briefest of moments, I thought that maybe he was there for me. But then, as I moved toward the bar, and the man I walked in with continued forward, I discovered who he was really here for.

He was on a date with Darcy, right in front of my fucking face.

I shouldn’t have been annoyed. Garrett is free to do whatever the fuck he wants. As far as I know, he’s single and can date every man on the fucking planet. I just…I didn’t want to have to sit there and watch him flirt, laugh, and then dance with someone else.

The only silver lining is that I didn’t have to endure them kissing. I’m not sure I’d have been able to stomach that while the memories of his lips on mine are still so vivid.

“Hey,” I grunt at the driver as I climb into the back seat of his car.

I try to pull the door closed, but for some reason it doesn’t move.

I tug harder, my irritation growing. But just before I really start to lose my shit, it’s yanked out of my hand and a head appears.

“Shift over.”

I’m too stunned to do anything but what I’m told, and the next thing I know, Garrett fucking Wentworth is climbing into the back of my rideshare.

Before I have a chance to speak, the driver rattles off my address. I’m about to tell him to stop, but when my lips part, no words come out. Instead, I hear Garrett confirm before he sits back and turns to face me.

I blink at him, fighting to get my head to catch up with what’s fucking happening.

The moment it does, my words come out vicious as fuck.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I demand.

If he’s intimidated in any way, then he doesn’t show it. Instead, he just holds my eyes, a smile curling at his lips.

“We’ve got unfinished business, Nash. And I think tonight is the perfect time to resolve it.”

My mouth opens and closes like a fucking goldfish as the car pulls away from the curb.

“W-what—” I shake my head, desperately trying to get my brain to function properly, but no matter how hard I try, it continues to backfire. “You⁠—”

He chuckles at me as if I’m the funniest thing he’s ever seen.

“You know, you’re cute when you’re ruffled.”

“I’m not fucking cute,” I bark, utterly affronted that he would even suggest it.

To prove that I’m right, our driver sniggers.

My teeth clench and my nostrils flare.

“And I’m not fucking ruffled,” I seethe.