Page 59 of Ruin

“Don’t…” I warn, knowing exactly where he’s going with this.

Fire sparks in his eyes. “Don’t what? Remind you of how you used to love me calling you Dove while I fucked you hard and deep.”

I resist the shudder fighting to work its way through my body. My eyes scan the area to make sure no one heard what he just said.

“You’re being inappropriate.”

He laughs, but it’s empty and hollow. “I haven’t even started.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I hiss.

His jaw works angrily. His eyes cutting through me. “Nothing, Cam.” He emphasizes my name. “Not one single fucking thing is wrong with me.” He tips his chin toward Rich. “Deputy Dick is waiting for you.”

I turn my head to look over my shoulder at Rich. I give him a smile that’s more forced than real.

When I look back to Zeus, he’s no longer there.

My eyes zip across the space, seeking him out, to find him walking toward the bar.

The ass! He just walked away from me.

Well, if that doesn’t just annoy the crap out of me.

I want to march over to him and say…

What, Cam? What do you want to say? And why do you care so much that he just walked away from you?

I don’t care. It’s just…rude.

And I’m having an internal argument with myself.

Great.

I just need to talk to him about Gigi and telling her the truth tomorrow. We can’t discuss it here. But he should know that we have to talk—sooner rather than later.

My eyes wander around the bar, and I can see people starting to take notice of him. It’s only a matter of time before they start approaching him, and then I won’t get a chance.

That’s why I signal to Rich that I’ll be back in a minute, and I walk over to where Zeus is now sitting on a stool at the bar, waiting to be served.

I tap his shoulder with my hand, and those blue eyes turn to look at me.

“You seen sense and ditched Deputy Dick?”

“I haven’t ditched him. I just need to talk to you.”

“About?”

“Not now. Tomorrow. You’re still taking Gigi to ballet?” I check.

“Yes.”

“Would you mind coming fifteen minutes earlier, so we can discuss something?”

“Sure.”

“Great. Thanks.”

An awkward silence stretches between us. Zeus is staring at me, and I’m starting to feel jittery inside.