Love You Too Much: A VEGA MEN NOVEL by Jenny Cole

Author:Jenny Cole [Cole, Jenny]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2022-05-22T16:00:00+00:00

FIFTEEN

Minutes turn into hours, hours into days. I’ve met a half dozen of Luke’s security team. They all seem nice, a few weird ones, but whatever, I keep to myself. However, in the past three days, I haven’t seen or heard from Luke. I’ve picked up the phone at least a hundred times to text or call him. Half of them in anger, half in agony. But somehow, I’ve refrained. I can play his game. It’s clear his feelings are not what I thought they were. I need to learn to live without him, I’ve managed the last five years. I will figure out how to deal with it for the rest of my life. Kate has helped to take the edge off this crazy situation. She texts every day to ask how I am. She is due back in Vegas tomorrow. We’ve made plans to get together and have lunch. Catered, of course, in my tower of isolation. I’d love to break out of this cage I’m in. However plush it may be. But I’m not stupid. I know there is someone out there trying to hurt me and going out would put a bullseye on my back.

I’ve been staring at my phone for over an hour, afraid it might bite me. I need to call Luke and ask his security guys to stop using the living room and kitchen as grand central station for their investigation for the afternoon while Kate and I have lunch. Besides, I’m tired of feeling like I have to stay out of the guys’ way and hang out in the back bedroom. I’m the one confined to this hotel suite. I could try telling one of Luke’s minions what I’m doing, but if they were high handed enough to flat out tell me no, I might flip. And I made a promise not to hit Luke’s security guys. Thing is, I think Keaton warned all of them. They all seem ready for a fight whenever I get into a mood. Unfortunately, those moods have become more frequent.

I chicken out on calling Luke and text him instead: I am having lunch with Kate tomorrow at 1:00 here in the hotel suite. The security guys need to find someplace else to work besides my kitchen table for the afternoon. I’m not asking for permission.

My phone lights up with a text: Not a good idea.

I didn’t ask if it was a good idea.

He sends me back one word: Okay.

What the hell does that mean? I’m sick and tired of trying to figure Luke out. I simply text him back: Okay, good.

I wait ten minutes for him to respond, but he doesn’t. I want to cry, to scream, to hit something, or someone. Instead, I fall on my bed throwing a tantrum. It’s childish, but I feel better when I’m done. My little outburst has sent everything on my bed flying. The newspaper, which I’ve yet to read, separates and scatters across the bed and floor. The

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