The Night He Died by Stacy Green

Author:Stacy Green
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Thriller, Mystery
Publisher: Stacy Green
Published: 2019-02-16T16:00:00+00:00

22

LYRIC

Foster snores. And his legs are a foot too long for the couch. I tiptoe into the kitchen to make coffee and find aspirin. My rule is to never leave the bar hammered, but I broke that last night. Hard not to when the place keeps giving free drinks. We closed The Black Sheep down along with Remy and Hart, who just might be the most beautiful guy I’ve ever seen. If I wasn’t damaged to my core, I might have brought him home. But he’s too decent to survive in my orbit, especially once Cage finds everything out.

Cage and Hart had some weird vibes after they came back to the table. Either Cage had a hard-on for Hart or the ghost boy said something that freaked Cage out. Seeing Cage rattled is a first. I can’t help but wonder what the hell Hart said—or did. I’m guessing he’s straight, but he’s one of those guys that seems to flirt with everyone, even if he isn’t. However he swings, I don’t think he’d make a pass at Cage, but alcohol turns people stupid.

Strong black coffee warms my damned soul. Cage had to be disappointed. He’d probably hung around to see if the alcohol loosened me up enough to talk. I talked plenty, but not about the things he wanted to hear. I’ll keep this PhoeniX crap to myself until I can’t, and then I’ll tell him everything I’ve learned so far.

It was nice to see him having a good time, especially after his meltdown at the fireworks. Stubborn ass needed therapy, but I can’t judge. I just sit and stare during some of my court-appointed therapy sessions. Other times I’ll talk about the Saints or something else completely unrelated to my emotional state.

“That couch sucks.” Cage’s Gumby arms reach the top of the doorway. “My back is killing me.”

“You shouldn’t have gotten too drunk to drive home.”

“Can you make me a cup of that coffee to go?”

“Do I look like your wife?”

He rolled his eyes. “Where are the coffee cups?”

“In the cabinet above the pot.”

I sneak a look at him while he’s putting too much sugar in perfectly good coffee. Annabeth isn’t joking when she calls him Agent Sexy. Cage is flat-out hot. And a good man who seemed determined not to give up on my becoming a normal person.

Maybe I should tell him what I know. Then he can handle it. But would he be allowed to? The London Club’s threats were no joke. Cage could only dig his heels in so far before he lost his job.

And I want a chance to take that bitch down.

I wouldn’t have to tell him everything. Just a crucial piece about Zoey to push him in the right direction.

“I’ll bring the cup back.” He stares down at me with half-opened eyes. “Thanks for letting me crash even if your couch needs to be thrown out.”

“Couch is fine. Your six-four ass is the problem.”

He grunted. “Don’t forget what I said. Keep me in the loop.

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