Our Broken Pieces - M.E. Clayton Page 0,61

this time, causing Gage to let out a cough.

I looked over at Mr. Cavanaugh and the grin on his face was dangerous. “Really?”

Rowan let out a dramatic sigh. “Look, gentlemen, you may be the men in Mystic’s life, but you’re nothing to me if you’re not good to her. So, before I put in effort to consider either of you beyond Mystic’s boss and her boyfriend, I got to get the goods from my girl, here, first.”

“Row,” I hissed. No matter what, Mr. Cavanaugh was still my boss.

She shrugged a shoulder. “What? Am I lying?”

I reached for her elbow. “Okay. We’re heading to lunch now,” I announced. “I’ll…uh, see you guys later.”

Rowan laughed as Mr. Cavanaugh stopped me. “Mystic?”

“Yes, Sir?” Gage growled, but I ignored him.

“Just wanted to extend you the same courtesy,” he said. “Lorcan is fine.”

Not a chance.

“Mr. Cavanaugh, with all due respect, you are my boss.” That wasn’t true. “Correction. You are my boss’ boss’ boss. It would be unprofessional of me to call you by your first name.”

He cocked his head. “But you’re more than just an employee, now, aren’t you?”

I shook my head. “No. Actually, I’m not,” I corrected him. “Depending on how this thing with Gage and me pans out, we may never become friends, Mr. Cavanaugh. Like Rowan said, don’t want to put the cart before the horse, now, do we?” Mr. Cavanaugh smirked and shot Gage a look.

Gage let out a sigh. “Just start calling him Lorcan, Mystic,” he said. “The only way this thing is going to end is with my ring on your goddamn finger. So, just save everyone the fucking headache and give in gracefully.” He glanced over at Rowan. “You, too.” Rowan laughed as I shook my head.

“Look, we’re going to lunch, the rest of this…can wait,” I mumbled, not sure if I was pissed at his high-handed ways or turned on.

“It’s waited ten years,” Mr. Cavanaugh said. “What’s a few more hours?”

Gage turned on him. “For the love of God, can you just not?”

Rowan laughed again. “Oh, this is going to be fun,” she said gleefully.

Mr. Cavanaugh, or Lorcan as I suspect I was going to start calling him, stepped to Rowan. His grin was sexy and decadent. “I guess that means I’ll be seeing more of you once they sort their shit out.”

Rowan place a hand on his chest. “Doubtful,” she denied. “As pretty as you are, Lorcan, you’re not my type.”

That was a lie.

He was exactly her type.

“Is that a challenge?” he asked, towering over her.

“That’s a fact,” Rowan lied. “Besides,” she hummed as she adjusted her purse, “I don’t want to chew you up and spit you out, and then have to spend Thanksgiving across from each other. It might get awkward for you.”

“Are you-”

“Oooooooooookay.” I grabbed Rowan and drug her behind me. “See you guys later,” I called from over my shoulder and got Rowan the hell out of there.

“Oh, God,” she laughed once we hit the sidewalk. “That was fun.”

I looked at my best friend. “Rowan, listen to me. Lorcan Cavanaugh is no joke,” I warned her.

Her smile was positively mischievous. “Neither am I,” she chuckled.

I gave up. “Do you want the dirty details or not?”

She straightened up. “You’re right,” she agreed. “Priorities.” With that we headed to lunch and details.

Chapter 34

Gage~

About fucking time.

It was a little past seven in the evening when I finally found myself knocking on Mystic’s front door. It felt like the longest day of my life, waiting for the day to end, so we could talk. There was so much we needed to talk about, but I seriously doubted we’d get to all of it tonight. Firstly, there was a lot of shit to consider. Secondly, it was highly doubtful I’d get more than a handful of sentences out before I ripped her clothes off and fucked her.

Monday night had been nowhere near enough.

When Mystic finally opened the door, I walked past her without an invite. And, I swear, I wanted to talk, but when I turned around and found her standing by the door, much like she had been on Monday night, all thoughts of talking fled.

“Come here,” I commanded.

“Missed me?” she teased, and the answer to that would be yes. It had been all I could do not to accost her in the lobby at CI today. I had to jam my hands in my goddamn pockets to keep from mauling her.

“Come. Here,” I repeated.

Mystic was barefoot and she made no sound as she stepped