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Slowly, she shook her head. “No.”
“Who did? You can’t trust these fucking athletes. They’ll toss chlamydia around farther than they toss a fucking ball or a puck—or whatever shit they’re throwing the air.”
Piper hiccuped. “Adam, you sent me the picture.”
What?
I stared at her without saying anything. When Zariah mentioned the picture, I never thought she was talking about the photo I sent Piper. The gym one? The one I sent when she was…in the meeting about the rodeo.
Piper blushed over that?
A big grin stretched across Piper’s face and a delirious one hit mine.
“That’s the one she was talking about?” I could barely keep the hope out of my voice. “I’m Gray Sweatpants?”
“Uh-huh.” Piper nodded, hiccuping again. “Thomas hasn’t been doing anything but bothering me. Call, call, call.” Her nose scrunched up. “You’d think he’d get a hobby. Bird watching or something. I’m so tired of it.”
“Just block him.”
“When he kicked me out, he kept my stuff.” Piper sighed and slipped back to curl against the couch. “My CDs my parents made me…photos…my favorite stuffed animals…one of these days, he has to give up.”
Not for you.
I wouldn’t.
I grabbed the phone off the couch cushion, lighter than I’d felt all day. I could finally breathe again. And that asshole wanted to just keep interrupting. Every time it felt like things were going well, there he was, calling her fucking phone.
“Adam, what are you doing?” Piper frowned.
I answered the phone.
“Piper?” A familiar voice flowed through and I resisted the urge to snap the phone in half. Piper could break mine. I couldn’t break hers. Thomas sucked in a breath. “Goddamn, you’ve finally come to your senses. Do you know how embarrassing this has been? You’ve embarrassed yourself. What the hell have you been—?”
I took a deep breath. “Listen to me.”
“Who the fuck is this?”
“You’re not going to call this number anymore.”
“Adam?” Thomas demanded.
Good for him for at last recognizing the voice of a guy he used to party with every weekend. His brain was finally working. Fantastic timing.
“You’re not going to call this number ever again,” I told him, a warning under every word. “If Piper needs something, she’ll call you. If I find out that you’ve called her again, I’m driving to Oklahoma.”
“Is that a threat?”
“Yeah. But it’s not the full one, so shut the fuck up. If you call her again, I’m pulling outside of that ugly fucking house on Rokan Boulevard and I’m going to beat you so hard with that fucking phone, they’re going to have to surgically remove it from your ribs. In the hospital bed I’ll put you in, they’ll ask if you want to call your lawyer, and you’ll say—no, thanks—I’m never using one of those ever again.”
Nothing but silence over the phone. Piper’s mouth fell open.
The call ended.
Satisfaction pulsed through me, and I set her phone back down with a big grin on my face. I’d been wanting to do that for so fucking long. That felt good. I couldn’t have felt better. I turned my grin towards Piper but she wasn’t grinning. She gazed at me, her eyes soft.
I raised an eyebrow. “Too far?”
“No.” Slowly, she shook her head. “Thank you.”
