35
HUDSON
I’d been thinking too much about our morning which had gone really well instead of finishing up the final estimate of the day when my cell dinged with a text notification.
From Peter, the home screen preview had let me know.
All relaxation and hints of hope that had flicked to life inside disappeared in a blink.
Scowling, I’d swiped the phone open and clicked on messages.
Thought you might find this interesting, Peter’s text had stated.
An image popped up before I’d finished reading his words, and I’d stared, my brain taking a while to make sense of what—who—I saw.
Fucking Ryan Foley grinning in a selfie.
With Colton hanging on him like a goddamn w***e, l*****g his cheek and grasping his pec.
Heat had erupted in my guts, the same livid need to rage as that night I’d wal
