Oktober (Kiss of Death MC #13)

Chapter One

Mia

I walked up the three flights of stairs to our apartment, conference badge still hanging from my neck, my rolling suitcase bumping rhythmically against each step.

The academic panel had ended early. Budget cuts meant fewer speakers, fewer questions, fewer reasons to stay.

I hadn’t texted Eric. The thought of surprising him, of seeing his face light up when I walked through the door two days ahead of schedule, made my lips curve into a smile.

We might even head early to the little cabin retreat I’d been planning for after the weekend.

Maybe I’d call ahead and see if I could get it starting tonight or tomorrow.

I shifted the takeout bag to my other hand and dug for my keys, the scent of his favorite pad thai spiraling up from the paper sack.

The hallway stretched before me, same beige carpet I’d walked nearly every day for the past six months since I’d moved in with Eric.

Our door waited at the end, looking exactly as it always did.

I took comfort in the mundane. I loved surprises but preferred my quiet, steady life as drama free as I could keep it.

I opened the door and stepped inside the spacious apartment Eric owned in downtown Nashville.

I heard them before I saw them. A muffled laugh, a thump against a wall in the bedroom.

For a moment as I approached the closed door, I thought maybe Eric was watching something on his laptop.

He did that sometimes, sprawled across our bed as he watched or even worked.

When he did, he sometimes hit the wall as he shifted.

The bedroom door swung open, and time moved to slow motion around me.

Eric’s bare back faced me, the knobs of his spine visible as he hunched over her.

My best friend Jade’s legs were wrapped around his waist, her head thrown back against my pillow on my side of the bed.

Her dark hair spread across the soft linens I’d washed before leaving for the conference the day before.

My keys dangled from suddenly numb fingers. Thank God I’d set the takeout bag on the counter as I’d passed by the kitchen or I’d have dropped it. Just like I did the keys two seconds later.

They froze. Their heads turned in unison, like puppets controlled by the same string.

“Mia!” Eric’s voice cracked as he shoved up from Jade and the bed, his junk on full display. Just ducky. “Jesus -- you’re… You weren’t supposed to --”

Jade yanked the sheet up to her chin, her eyes wide and glassy. “Oh God, Mia, I can explain --”

Could she? Could she explain why my best friend since sophomore year of college was naked in my bed with my boyfriend of three years? Could she explain why they were both looking at me with expressions more annoyed than ashamed, as though I’d interrupted something that was rightfully theirs?

I didn’t want to hear it.

I stood there, my suitcase forgotten in the hallway, watching Eric scramble to pull on his jeans.

His mouth was moving, explanations tumbling out.

I heard something about loneliness and mistakes and too much wine.

His words hit a barrier around me, sounds without meaning.

I noticed things instead. Like the wineglass on my nightstand with Jade’s lipstick on the rim.

The way she clutched my sheet to her chest like she had any right to modesty in this moment. The condom wrappers on the floor.

“Mia, please say something,” Eric pleaded, his hand reaching for my arm.

I stepped back. My body felt disconnected, operating on primitive autopilot while my mind floated, watching this scene unfold to someone else, trying to detach myself from the stark reality of what I’d just witnessed.

“How long?” My voice sounded weak and thready. Like I had to force the words out. I suppose I did, because I really had no desire to know how long I’d been played for a fool and looked like an idiot in front of all our friends.

They exchanged a look. That look told me everything I needed to know.

I turned away, walking to the closet where we kept our luggage. Eric followed, his bare feet slapping against the hardwood.

“Mia, it’s not what you think. It just happened. We were both missing you --”

I pulled my large duffel bag from the top shelf, the one I’d planned to use for our cabin trip next week. The trip I’d booked six months ago because Eric had complained we never went anywhere, just the two of us.

“Mia, please --” Jade appeared in the doorway, my robe wrapped around her body. My robe. On her body. “We never meant to hurt you. It was a mistake.”

I moved around our apartment like a ghost. The only thing I really needed was my laptop and that was still packed.

The duffel had already been packed with my favorite, most comfortable clothes from jeans and T-shirts to a couple of nice sundresses for the early spring weather.

Plenty of underwear and my toiletries. Beyond that, I didn’t need anything else.

“What are you doing?” Eric’s voice rose, panic edging in. “You can’t just leave. We need to talk about this.”

I looked at him then, really looked at him. His face, the face I’d woken up to nearly every morning since I’d moved in with him, suddenly seemed foreign.

“The cabin,” I said, zipping the duffel bag closed. “I’m going to the cabin.”

“Our cabin trip? That’s next weekend.” His confusion was genuine, as if he thought we might still have a future with plans and dates to keep.

“No,” I replied. “My cabin trip. You’re not invited, and I need some space to think.”

I walked past them both, grabbing my purse from the hook by the door.

My suitcase waited in the hallway, a silent witness.

I left it there. I didn’t want anything I’d packed for the conference.

This homecoming had further emphasized why I hated drama.

It also reminded me of how I’d changed my life’s direction to meet Eric’s expectations and needs.

I’d chosen academia over social work even though my own background had called me to that field.

“You can’t drive all the way to the Smokies right now,” Jade said, her voice thin with forced reason. “It’s getting late. You’re upset. Stay at my place if you need space from Eric.”

The laugh that escaped me was brittle. “Are you for real right now?”

I was already down the hallway, duffel bag slung over my shoulder, when Eric caught up with me. “The cabin’s over three hours away. You’re not thinking clearly. At least let me drive you.”

I shook him off. “Don’t touch me. You never get to touch me again, Eric.”

I hurried out of the apartment building and got into my car. As I tried to leave, he got in front of my vehicle and stopped me.

“Mia! Stop acting like this! Go back inside and we can discuss this like adults.”

“Get out of my way or I’m going to run you over, Eric.”

He smirked. “No, you won’t.”

I saw red.

Eric must have seen something shift in my expression because his eyes widened. He backed up and out of the path of my vehicle, just before I gunned it and peeled out of the parking lot.

* * *

The drive was a blur. I’d called the nice lady at the cabin rental place and she said I could check in early.

I figured if I’d already paid for the reservation, I might as well get the most out of it.

And fuck Eric anyway! The interstate stretched before me, my hands gripping the steering wheel too tightly, the speedometer creeping higher with each mile.

My phone buzzed repeatedly in the passenger seat.

Eric, then Jade, then Eric again. Yeah. No.

Not fucking happening. What a fucking night.

When I finally pulled into the driveway of the cabin I’d rented, I sat there -- not really sure if I wanted to get out or go somewhere else and start apartment hunting. I did not look forward to finding a new place.

The interior and exterior cabin lights welcomed me with a cheerfulness that felt artificial and mocking.

This was supposed to be a lovers’ week away.

The small A-frame sat silhouetted against the darkening sky, exactly as pictured on the rental website where I’d booked our romantic getaway.

My hands shook as I reached for the instructions I’d received from the rental company with the key code for the door.

With a sigh, I got out of the car and headed toward the cabin.

The door creaked open to reveal knotty pine walls and a stone fireplace, a large window framing the silver gleam of a lake beyond. Our romantic retreat. My lonely refuge. I stepped inside and locked the door behind me.

An hour later, I sat cross-legged on the cabin’s plush rug, back against the couch, drinking Cabernet straight from the bottle. The wine was meant for our first night here, a special vintage Eric loved. Fucker.

The phone buzzed in my hand. Eric calling. Again. I watched his name flash across my screen. The buzzing stopped. Seven missed calls now. Three voicemails. Thirteen text messages.

Fucker.

Almost immediately, the phone buzzed again. Jade this time. My thumb hovered over the screen. What could she possibly have to say? That she was sorry? That it meant nothing? That I should understand?

“Fuck you,” I whispered, pressing the power button until the screen went black. I hurled the phone across the room where it landed on a chair cushion.

I drained the wine bottle and stumbled to the bedroom.

The king-size bed loomed, its white duvet like a blank canvas stretched too large for a single body.

I collapsed onto it fully clothed, then rolled to one side.

Yeah, I wouldn’t say I was wasted, exactly, but I’d finished off a bottle of wine in the space of a couple hours while I sat and let my new reality wash over me.

Getting an apartment needed to be at the top of my list of things to do.

Later. I’d worry about everything later. Right now, though, I needed to sleep off the alcohol.