Chapter 24
TWENTY-FOUR
SUTTON
- Present Day -
“ W hat the fuck is going on here?”
Jonah’s voice has me snapping out of my kiss-induced daze. I can’t believe he kissed me. All of my childhood fantasies could not have even begun to imagine the electricity coursing through me at his touch; the incredible taste of him, the feel of his hands holding me, pulling me closer.
Unfortunately, the kiss came several years too late, and I need to remind myself of that fact. I’m not that same girl any more. I can’t go back to who I was. I won’t.
I step further away from Callum. He is frozen - tense - as he stares at me, completely ignoring the man who just walked in the room behind him.
“ Jonah. ”
“You alright, Baby Girl?”
Jonah steps up to my side, his warmth a solid presence - of warning and solidarity - as he drapes an arm casually over my shoulders.
I can feel his tension, his controlled fury, as he glares over at his teammate.
So I nod, giving him silent assurance that I’m fine.
Honestly, I’m not sure if that’s true at this moment, but for him, for everything he’s done for me over the years? I can pretend.
“I need your words, Farley.”
I lick my lips, swallowing as I try to form the words, and it’s not lost on me how Callum’s eyes are laser-focused on them, his gaze heated.
“I’m fine, Jonah. Really.”
He nods, giving me a gentle squeeze as he hugs me closer into his side.
“Robinsky.”
Cal’s gaze doesn’t leave me, but he nods his chin up in acknowledgement. “Davies.”
“I think it’s time for you to go, dude.”
Cal shakes his head, finally glancing up at my friend.
“No. Not until I talk to Sutton.”
My heart flips as he says my name. It’s been so damn long. My eyes fill with tears, and I shake my head slightly.
“Looks like you did all the fucking talking that needed to be done before I walked in. I said, get out of my fucking house. Now.” Jonah’s fists clench and I can feel the heat and tension radiating through him, ready to snap at the slightest provocation.
Not wanting to see them fight, to see either one of them get hurt because of me, I force myself to take a steadying breath before I interject.
“Please, Cal.”
My words are quiet, so soft I can barely hear them. But I know he heard. He looks at me, swallowing hard. After a long pause, he finally nods, taking a slow step backwards.
“Alright, Sweetheart. I’ll give you some time. But we aren’t done. Not even fucking close. ”
He hesitates again, and my brows furrow in confusion as he steps forward once more. Ignoring Jonah, whose grip tightens around my shoulders, he leans down, placing a soft kiss on my forehead before turning and walking out the front door without another word.