Wreck Me - Page 178

“You look pretty relaxed, so it might work.”

I chuckle. “Go to the track.”

“You want to get rid of me?”

“No, ugh. I want you to go do what you love most.”

“My racing career is not what I love most.”

“I won’t accept you sacrificing that for me.”

He gets in the shower, and when he comes out, he emanates a brooding energy. I just want what’s best for him. Why won’t he listen?

“I’m going to the track.”

He kisses the top of my head, and I say, “I just want to do the right thing here.”

“Do that, Abigail.”

“I hate this passive-aggressive mood.”

“Well, I was in a great mood, but I can’t have my tongue up your pussy twenty-four seven to make you stop spewing bullshit.”

I throw a pillow at him, and he catches it. Tossing it back on the bed, he shuts the door behind him.

I’m never going to get rid of him.

Not that I want to.

When I go downstairs, there is a staring competition going on.

“Stop looking at me like that,” Bailey says.

“Do something about it then, kitten!” Hunter replies.

They don’t even notice that I am standing in the doorway. Mia rubs her eyes, stopping next to me.

“Did you know about these two?” I ask her.

“All I know is they have a weird something going on.”

Bailey surprises me when she stands up, swaying her hips to Hunter. He looks transfixed at her while she puts her hands on his chest and claws her nails down his chest.

He hisses, tugging at his shirt from the spot on his chest where she likely left red marks.

“What the fuck?”

“Meow.”

Mia and I bend over in laughter, then I walk in and high-five Bailey.

“That’s what you get for teasing a panther,” Mia says, winking at her. She turns and walks to the living room, where Blake nurses a drink. Mia strides to him and takes the glass.

“Stop.”

“What do you care?”

She disappears up the stairs, and he takes off after her. Bailey is back on her phone, and Hunter rolls his eyes at her then looks at me. “Make him stay away from her. Blake triggers Mia’s savior syndrome like a litter of drowning kitties.”