Page 81 of Finding Hayes
She was leaving.
We both knew it.
But I’d stopped thinking about that because I was having a good time with our situation.
I turned, keeping my cool but stepping closer to him. Shoulders set, eyes locked with his. “How about you and I agree that you don’t speak about my wife? You don’t think about her. You don’t talk about her. And we won’t have a problem.”
He smiled just enough to let me know he was enjoying himself. “Wow. Looks like everyone has a kryptonite, and I sure have found yours.”
I took a step back and moved toward the door. I wouldn’t engage with this asshole. Today was a good day, and I was not going to let Lenny fucking Davis change that.
“Have a good shift.”
I hopped into my truck and tried calling Savvy, but it went to voicemail.
I sent the guys a text.
I got the job.
River
Let’s fucking go.
King
Are you the new fire captain or a house husband? Your wife had a reporter out at the house earlier today. She’s becoming quite the local celebrity.
Fire captain, dickhead.
But I couldn’t help but smile at all the good things that were happening for Savannah. She fucking deserved it. She worked hard. And when it came to her passion for design, she didn’t have to overthink it. She just got on camera and shared her work, and people fucking loved it.
Loved her.
I understood it.
Because I was crazy about her, too.
Nash
Congrats, brother.
Romeo
Happy for you. You deserve it. How did Lenny take the news?
As expected. He’ll cool down eventually.
King
Does this mean I can pull all the fire alarms everywhere I go, and I won’t get arrested?
I’ll be the first one to call you in and do a citizen’s arrest. How about you start calling me, Captain.
King
Captain dick banana?
Nash
