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I ended the call, a mix of self-loathing and anticipation churning in my gut. I desperately hoped she’d call me back before heading out on her date. The urge to track her down, to make sure that buffoon Victor was treating her right, gnawed at me. If he wasn’t, I’d happily intervene.
But before I could come up with a plan, my phone rang. I snatched it up, only to have it slip from my fingers and crash to the floor. I scrambled out of my leather chair, heart pounding as I grabbed the phone, praying it was Erika. But it wasn’t.
“What’s up, brother?” Talon’s voice came through the line, casual and amused.
“Why do you ask?” I replied, sharper than I intended.
“What’s with the attitude? For a guy who got lucky last night, you sound like crap.”
“For your information, I didn’t get any last night,” I snapped, irritation seeping into my tone.
Talon chuckled. “Well, I did.”
“Storm?” I asked, already half-distracted.
“Kenzie,” he corrected, smugness dripping from his words.
“Who?”
“Kenzie. One of the women I was talking to last night,” he said, as if it should have been obvious.
“I thought you were hung up on Storm?” I leaned back in my chair, trying to focus on the conversation.
“We both know she won’t give me the time of day. I can’t wait around forever.”
“Kenzie, huh?” I mused, vaguely recalling the woman. “Which one was she?”
“The brunette with the long hair,” Talon explained, a hint of exasperation creeping in.
“They both had long hair,” I pointed out, stifling a sigh.
“The one in the yellow dress,” he clarified.
I pictured the woman who had been sitting on Talon’s right. She had shapely legs and a decent rack. On the surface, she wasn’t my type—too wholesome-looking—but I knew better than to judge by appearances. Sometimes the most unassuming women were the wildest in bed.
“Pretty girl,” I commented, my voice neutral. “Are you seeing her again?”
“She has a boyfriend,” Talon replied, his tone casual, but there was an edge of challenge there.
“Doesn’t sound like much of a deterrent,” I said with a smirk, imagining the mess Talon was likely to stir up. His love life was a disaster, but it was always entertaining.
Talon laughed. “Maybe not, but I’m not looking to cause more drama than I already have.”
"Let me give you some advice," I said, leaning back in my chair and staring at the ceiling. "Don't be me. Be more like Michael."
Talon snorted on the other end of the line. "Yeah? We saw where that got him. Why the change of heart all of a sudden? It’s that woman you were with last night, isn’t it? She got to you."
“She didn’t,” I replied, the lie slipping easily from my lips. “I was just thinking, maybe I should stop with the one-night stands. I’m getting older.”
“You’re twenty-nine,” Talon shot back, incredulous.
“And before you know it, I’ll be thirty-nine,” I said, my tone more serious than I intended.
“I can’t believe what I’m hearing,” Talon muttered. I could picture his disbelieving expression, the way he’d be shaking his head at me.
“Believe it. Are you done with Storm?” I asked, steering the conversation back to him, hoping to distract myself from the gnawing uncertainty in my own thoughts.
“Not done, just taking a breather,” he admitted.
