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“Fucking better have.” Max’s eyes lit possessively before he brought his lips to Jake’s.
The words had steam rising around them. If only they wanted her to be the jelly for their toast. Alas, no such luck. Neither noticed Angelina walk into the restaurant to give them a little privacy. One could safely conclude they didn’t care. Her fairy godmen stood in broad daylight, wrapped in an intimate embrace. At least they were behind the building where the staff parked.
Angelina sat at their usual table. She ordered while she waited. Her food came with extra fries cooked nice and crispy. There was no sign of Jake or Max. She ate as she scrolled through her phone.
Jake had a point. There was something off about the other woman’s story. It was plausible, but the door had been opened to doubt. If only because it was what her heart wanted to hear.
There was only one way to find out. Stalk his social media. In this day and age, everyone has some form of an online presence. Her fries were gone, and she still hadn’t found a Ben Owen that matched Army Ken.
“Sorry about that, sweetness,” Jake apologized as he slid onto the stool beside her, stealing her drink.
“I’m sure it was worth it.”
Jake’s lips were swollen, and his shirt was untucked. Whatever they were doing, she hoped they hadn’t done it in the parking lot. It would put a damper on the girlfriend story if people saw him and Max going at it behind the building.
“Holy mother of God, it so was,” Jake fanned himself. “I’m famished.”
The waitress took his order and disappeared just as Max plopped down beside Jake.
“You have that look,” Max inspected her closely.
“Ben has no social media, as in none. Who doesn’t have at least one of them?”
“Someone who doesn’t want to be found.”
“Someone with something to hide. The computer illiterate. Hippies. Deranged individuals who value actual face-to-face interaction instead of the unfulfilling endorsement from a mass of socially challenged people. Hoards of them interrupting your day and screaming for attention in a sad attempt to make themselves appear more affluent than they are,” Jake rattled off.
“You opened the door for doubt. I have no idea if it is better or worse than being the other woman. Maybe there are more than one of us other women. He could be an escapee from a hippie commune that preaches about the evils of technology and smokes weed for breakfast.”
“Phone,” Jake held out his hand.
Angelina handed him her phone without question. Jake tapped the screen a few times and handed it back to her.
“You’re welcome. Keep in mind we need to focus on the facts. The main one being I was right.”
“Who was right?” Max asked.
“You, love of my life.”
Angelina looked down at her phone. Jake sent the picture to Ben. She wasn’t sure if it was a good idea or not. One thing was certain. If it wasn’t all a lie, Ben would lose his mind. The picture was provocative. The pose was all sexiness and sass. All that talk about her being his was about to be tested. Jake may as well have sent the nuclear launch codes and a free test coupon to the only man who knew how to implode her life.
“You can thank me later,” he winked.
Chapter 20
Angelina’s first alarm began to ring. It was too early to pry her eyes open. She just closed them. There was no way it was time for her to get up. Angelina tucked her head under the pillow and blindly reached for her phone. With a smack in the right spot, the blissful silence returned. It didn’t matter if it was off or snooze. All that mattered was the noise was gone.
She snuggled closer to the delicious heat wrapped around her, sighing happily. She could put off getting up for a while as long as the hard wall of muscle behind her held her tight. There was another hard muscle nestled between her ass cheeks. Her hips moved to test that hardness. It would take very little to put it to good use. Rocking against it made her shiver in delight. The arm banded around her middle tightened.
Angelina’s eyes popped open. Her body stiffened as panic flooded her senses. There was someone in bed with her. A man was in bed asleep with her wrapped in his arms.
How did she not know someone had gotten in bed with her?
Some guy let himself into her house in the middle of the night. He could have ransacked her home and cleaned out her office. Who knows what he did before he got into her bed. Angelina slept through it all. Her sense of self-preservation was horrible. If this were a horror movie, she would be the dumb one that gets killed first. Her father was hyper-aware of everything. How did that skip a generation?
“Shorty, honey, I got in a couple of hours ago. Need to feel you a little longer.”
Ben.
