Final Day by Erickson Megan

Author:Erickson, Megan
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
Published: 2018-10-15T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Erick

Erick stood on the steps of Trig’s mansion, eyes on the SUV as Tarr paced near it, giving directions to Trig’s men on how to stack the equipment. Erick blinked into the morning sun and sighed. He hadn’t slept. Or eaten. He chugged most of this morning’s coffee and was paying for it now with shaky hands.

Behind him, he heard footsteps on the stairs, and then Trig stopped next to him, large sunglasses over his eyes, silk kimono tied loosely around his waist. Last night, after Erick left Tarr, he’d gone to Trig. He’d told Trig everything about what happened with Flynn, and Trig had consoled him. After Trig fell asleep, Erick spent the rest of the night staring at the ceiling.

Trig bumped his arm. “How you doing, sweetie?”

Erick downed the last of his coffee from his mug. “Not great.”

“By the way, what did you do before you came to me last night?”

He glanced at his friend. “What do you mean, what did I do?”

“I mean—” Trig ducked his head and eyed him over the top of his sunglasses “—did you wallow or did you hook up with someone?”

Erick’s pulse quickened. Everything about last night had been a mistake. The kiss. The blow job. The words he’d said to Tarr.

He fought against throwing up when he remembered the look on Tarr’s face. Even in the darkened room, with only a sliver of light cutting across his eyes, Tarr had been wounded by what Erick had said. He hadn’t turned into an asshole or hurled insults back at Erick. He also hadn’t fought for Erick to stay. Either of those would have been preferable to his silence.

Or maybe Erick had read him wrong. Maybe Tarr had been happy to get sucked off with no strings attached. Erick’s stomach churned. He was going to vomit this coffee all over Trig’s marble stairs.

“Erick?” Trig whispered, slipping his hand into Erick’s and tugging to get his attention. “You okay?”

Erick looked down at Trig. “No, I’m not okay.”

Trig shoved his sunglasses up into his hair. “Do you need something?”

“You’ve done enough.”

“Is this about—?” Trig stopped himself and then slowly let his gaze drift toward the SUV. He squinted his eyes at something, and Erick looked too.

Tarr was staring at them. His sunglasses were over his eyes, but the direction of his gaze was unmistakable. With his mouth set in a thin line, he crossed his arms over his chest.

Trig made a small noise in his throat and let go of Erick’s hand. After a beat, Tarr looked away.

“I see,” Trig said quietly.

“There’s nothing to see,” Erick insisted.

Trig smiled at him, a bit sadly. “I see how close quarters can breed affection. I see that you two already have bickering down. And I can certainly see that Mr. Broody Ginger over there does not like another man touching you.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake—”

“I know what he is. One of my bodyguards knows him. And I also know what happened with Flynn because you told me. I’m

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