42
GARRETT
A staccato rap sounded on the door, and I shifted away from Haley’s back where we sprawled on the hard floor. “I’ll get it.”
While still grinning like a damn i***t, I pulled open the door ready to share my joy with the world, holler it from the highest mountain—
I blinked at the man filling the apartment doorway, my lips falling flat. “Alec.”
A rustle of movement sounded behind me, drawing my ex’s focus off my face. A furrow flitted over his brow before he turned his attention back to me.
He smiled with a coy curl of his lips I used to find sexy as hell, the interest in his eyes that at one time had made me want to fall to my knees and worship his d**k.
I stood unmoved, my heart a damn flatline when it came to Alec Henley. “What do you want?” I sounded more resigned than
