CJ sat his phone down on the kitchen counter. Finding Tucker’s number hadn’t been as hard as he thought it would have been, he let out a sigh as he searched Emily’s kitchen for glasses. His throat was dry and he needed water, finally finding one he smiled to himself as he moved to the tap and turned it on filling the glass with cool water before taking a sip.
He glanced back at his phone, hoping the wolf would get in touch with him soon. He didn’t want Emily to know about this, but he needed to talk with Vincent. Something about how the other man had watched Emily as he pulled her out of the room made him curious. It wasn’t the look of someone who had spent the entire night cheating, but the look of someone who was realized what he was letting go.
CJ liked to think that it was a loo
