Page 106 of Sweet Oblivion

Delaney

Ummm . . . I feel like I should let you know that I already read this one.

Ryker

Baby! This is the stuff you read? Do you fantasize about being shared?

Ashton

Aww. He called her baby.

Jamie

Shit. Don’t make her cry asshole.

Ashton

Don’t call him an asshole. He’s sweet!

Jamie

WTF. He’s not sweet. He used to call you the hot ballerina.

Ashton

Aww, Ryker. You thought I was hot?

Jamie

How the fuck does that get an aww?

Ashton

Don’t yell at me. I’m a million months pregnant with the biggest baby that ever existed. My hormones are in overdrive and my vagina hurts.

**Lucky has left the chat**

**Hendrix has left the chat**

**Ryker has left the chat**

Kaleigh

Pussies.

Shit. I see Detective Brooks on the other side of the glass door before he even pushes through this time. Why does he always show up when I’m here alone?

I grab my phone to text Ryker, but it’s nearing six, and he’s already at the stadium, so it’ll have to wait. Hell, I’m supposed to be meeting the girls soon to head over ourselves.

The bells chime, and I force a smile on my face. “Hello, Detective Brooks. Here to pick up flowers for that special someone?”

My phone vibrates on the counter next to me, but it’s face down, and I don’t want to look away from this creep to answer it.

“How’d he do it?” His eyes swing around the shop,landing on Tori in the corner, asleep on her bed, before coming back to me. This man is angry, and not just a little angry.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Don’t poke the bear.

“Come on, Ms. Rousseau. You’ve got to give me something.”