Chapter 15

“You know you’re the best, right?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Helen said. “Go on, he’s waiting.”

Killian turned and moved around the side of Ivan’s truck to slide up into the passenger seat. They smiled at each other.

“Point me to the nearest hotel.”

As Killian gave directions, his stomach tensed and heart raced. Normally when he hooked up with people, he was drunk and they were strangers he never intended to see again. Jason was an exception. Speaking of which…fuck. He shifted onto one hip and pulled his phone from his back pocket. The mercurial tirade he scrolled through when he opened Jason’s messages was not as bad as he’d expected. Well, it was bad—going from “good luck” to “what the fuck do you mean you’re quitting” to “you never could have hacked it as the real deal anyway”—but Killian found that he just did not care. Not as much as he would have yesterday. Not enough to regret his choice.

“Everything all right?” Ivan asked. “You got quiet.”