Chapter 223

Andy’s eyes flew open again, shocked. “Of course you wouldn’t. Baby, I didn’t mean it like—” His hands were on Scooter’s face, cupping it, drawing Scooter in for a soft kiss. “I know you don’t want him anymore. I know.” He rested his forehead against Scooter’s. “But God, I’m so fucking pissed at him now, and I honestly didn’t think I could get any madder at him than I was two years ago.”

Scooter wiped his cheek absently. Christ, he was turning into a fucking watering pot. “We can’t do anything about it and you know it.” Scooter shivered again, rage and fear and dread still all tangled up in his gut. “No witnesses. Who the fuck is going to believe me? I’ve got a goddamn arrest record, Andy. No one’s going to believe that Senator Sharpe pinned me in my fucking desk chair and assaulted me, that’s not going to happen and you know that.”

He finished off his smoke and pulled a second one out of the pack.