Say It Right by A.M. Arthur

Author:A.M. Arthur
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2016-01-15T00:00:00+00:00

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MARC SENT JAB after jab at the heavy bag, each one jolting his shoulders harder than the last. He hadn’t warmed up; he’d been too pissed to bother. Sweat rolled down his cheeks and the back of his neck, and he wasn’t breathing correctly, but he kept going because he needed to work this off before he saw Anthony again. He needed to get the nasty emotions out so he didn’t lash out at the last person on earth he wanted to physically hurt.

He glanced at the counter where he’d left his phone, then threw a hard right. He wanted to call Anthony and demand to know where he’d spent the night. He was also terrified of knowing the answer to that question. A dozen different scenarios raced through his mind, anything from going home with a trick to ending up high on a street corner somewhere.

Jab. Slam. Not enough.

He hadn’t called. Last night Anthony had asked Marc to trust him. Until he had a solid reason to do otherwise, Marc was going to hold to that promise. As much as it gutted him to do so, he threw everything he had at the bag until his arms and shoulders hurt too much to continue. He tossed the gloves into the corner of the alcove, grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and went upstairs for a shower.

The front door opened at the same moment Marc reached the bathroom. Sooner than he’d expected.

Marc waited, his heart pounding, pulse racing.

Anthony ascended the creaky stairs. He froze at the top, his gaze zeroing in on Marc. Same clothes as the night before. Rumpled and slept in. Tired but clear-eyed.

And surprised as hell. “Hey,” Anthony said. “What are you doing home already?”

“Left early.” And instead of coming home to Anthony, he’d come home to an empty house and the burning need to hit something. “You have a good time last night?”

“For the most part. I was going to text you, but my phone died.”

That’s convenient.

“You find what you were looking for?” Marc asked.

Anthony flexed his shoulders, instinctively reacting to the challenge in Marc’s tone. “Yeah, I did.”

Jealousy flashed through Marc so hot and hard he couldn’t breathe for a few seconds. He tucked both hands beneath his armpits so he didn’t reach out and shake Anthony. Or haul him closer. “He the one who drove you home?”

Anthony narrowed his eyes. “Aren’t you gonna ask me if I used last night?”

“I’d know if you had.”

“Oh yeah?”

“You wouldn’t be standing there looking so fucking smug if you’d used.”

“You’re right, I wouldn’t. I probably wouldn’t have come home at all, because I couldn’t look you in the eye. So no, I didn’t use. I didn’t drink. I even turned down a guy who tried to give me poppers.”

Marc grunted, still annoyed even though another part of him was thrilled. Anthony had kept his word, and that meant everything. Didn’t stop him from hating whoever Anthony had gone home with, though, or being pissed at Alessandro for allowing it to happen.

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