to the fact that he had feelings for me senior year, and the fact that he wants to go out again says maybe that torch he held hasn’t gone out yet. God knows mine hasn’t for him.
“Um… sure. Yeah, that’d be great. Just call me.”
He shoves his gloved hands into his pockets with a nod and spins to head back to his car.
What the hell was that?
13
Chapter Thirteen
Garrin
I arrive back at Titans’ Tower in a foul mood. Isla’s reminder of how the sex tape imploded her life used up my last shred of patience, which meant getting the hell out of Dodge before I show the beast that lives inside of me.
She pissed me off at dinner. Not because she did or said anything wrong but because she proved not to be the selfish, coldhearted woman I’d painted her as all these years. And, yeah, it pisses me off when I’m wrong.
I stop in on the main level on my way up from the parking garage to see if Margaret has any mail for me. She’s usually left it on the kitchen counter in my condo by now, but I’ll save her the trip if I can.
When I step out into the lobby, she’s gathering up her things for the night.
“Hey, Margaret, how are you?” I ask.
She straightens up and smiles at me, the crow’s-feet around her eyes wrinkling. “There you are. I was wondering if I’d see you today.”
I usually stop by to say hello before I leave for the day, but I was distracted this morning, anticipating my dinner with Isla.
“I had to stop in and see my girl before I headed up. Are the rest of the guys here?” I ask.
She nods, her brown hair streaked with gray bobbing around her shoulders when she does. “You’re the last of the boys in tonight.”
“I told you, I’m not a boy, Margaret.” I wink at her.
She doesn’t take the bait and tease me back, though. Instead she studies me.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, frowning.
“Nothing.” I feign nonchalance, but she’s not buying it.
“You’re lying, Garrin. What’s wrong?”
I sigh. “Just an aggravating day.” I run my palm over the top of my head.
“Your father?”
Shaking my head, I say, “You could say that.” I ultimately do blame him for the way I’m feeling since he’s the one forcing me to spend time with Isla.
“Oh, honey.” She steps up and grips my forearm. “I’ve told you that you need to learn to let whatever he says to you roll of your back. Some men just weren’t meant to be fathers.”
Don’t I know it.
“Yeah, I know. I’m trying.”
She leans in and gives me a hug, which I return.
“Now you head up and hang out with your friends. I’m sure they can put a smile on that mug of yours.” She pats my cheek like I’m seven years old.
“All right. You going to join me in the elevator?” I ask.
Margaret lives on the fifth level in one of the condos. It seemed the easiest solution, being that we have an entire building empty. We finished one of the units for her and let her live there rent-free.
“Nah, you go ahead. I have a couple more things I have to arrange for the morning, and then I’m calling it a night.”
“Okay, don’t work too hard.” I wink at her and walk back over to the elevator. The doors open as soon as I press the button.
I don’t know what we’d do without Margaret. She runs this building like a well-oiled machine. It would surely rust and come to a screeching halt without her.
I press the button for the sixtieth floor, hoping I’ll find all the guys in the lounge so I can run dinner by them. Not all of it. Not when I went unleashed and almost lost my composure because of my need to know why she gave Asher her virginity.
I step out of the elevator once it reaches the floor and turn to walk into the living and games area. Rather than finding my four friends lounging around, I’m met with the sight of Asher’s bare ass pummeling into some woman who’s spread-eagle on the pool table.
“Jesus, this is why you have your own room on this floor.”
He turns and looks at me over his shoulder, grin in place, vacant stare I know means he’s high. The asshole doesn’t even miss a beat with his thrusts. “Doll, say hi to Garrin.”
Her head comes up off the pool table to make eye contact with me. “Hi,