Can't Fix Cupid

Harvey loses his shitty grin and sobers immediately. “War, you could have a relationship. A meaningful one for once.”

I shake my head. “No.”

“But—”

I cut him off. “No, Harvey.”

The look on my face makes him sigh and get up from the chair. He sticks his hands into his pockets. “I know that commitment freaks you the fuck out now, but I think you’re making a mistake.”

“She’s insane. She snuck into my office naked and acts like it’s her life mission to set me up. Who does that?”

“Yeah, it’s fucking weird, I’ll give you that. But...I don’t know. I think she’s harmless. She’s different. Fun. Pulls you out of your hardass shell. It was interesting, watching the two of you interact. A relationship like that...a real one… It would be good for you. And I think she could be good for you.”

I cut my eyes over to him because he knows I don’t like talking about this. Ever.

“But would it be any good for her?” I challenge. “You fucking know better, so I don’t want to hear about this shit anymore. Drop it.”

At that, Harvey looks away, unable to hold my gaze. A strained pause stretches between us until he clears his throat. “I’ll just leave you to it then.”

I’m being an asshole. It’s the first way I lash out. Harvey has been the recipient of my anger so many times I don’t think he really expects anything else. But he doesn’t deserve that. He didn’t do anything wrong. My life is just a convoluted mess of shitty circumstances.

Before he can walk out the door, I stop him. “H.”

He looks over his shoulder at me.

I sigh. “Want to grab a drink after work?”

Harvey takes my puny peace offering with a smile. “Yeah, I’m actually meeting up with Blue tonight, so you can meet us there.”

Surprise flits over my features. “Blue—really?”

“Yeah, she’s a fun chick,” he says with a shrug.

“Well, good for you,” I say, and I mean it.

He nods. “See you later then?”

“Yeah.”

As soon as Harvey walks out, leaving me alone again, I slump back in my chair and let out a sigh.

One day.

One fucking day, and Trix Valentine got me so fucked in the head, that I’m even taking it out on my best friend.

I have to get her out of my system and off of my mind.

And there’s only one thing to do when a woman gets under your skin. You get on top of a different one.

It’s time that my self-imposed dry spell ended. Tonight.

Chapter 18

Trix

I’m on a fricken roll.

Day five, and I’ve got this shit handled. Eros himself is practically high-fiving me from the heavens.