Insecure (Love Triumphs 1)
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Mace stood. “Okay.”
He patted his back pocket, but his phone was lying dead in the bottom of his duffel.
“Catch.”
Jay tossed him his phone. “Put him on speaker.”
He had to think. Dillon’s details were pre-programmed into every device he owned. What a time to go blank. Jay was watching him. He dialled on speaker. It rang out. Dillon wouldn’t know the number, he might not pick up. He dialled again.
“Who is the fuckwit waking me this early on Sunday morning?”
He winced. “Dillon, it’s me.”
The call disconnected.
“If would be good if you could get him to take the call,” said Jay with some amusement. He reached across to Jacinta and petted her arm.
Mace dialled. When the call connected he said, “Don’t hang up on me.”
“So is she a shit lay?”
Oh fuck. He should’ve started this call in the other room. “Dillon, shut the...shut up. Listen to me.”
“Does Dillon work for you too, Cin?” said Jay.
She laughed. “No.” She rolled her eyes then fixed them on Mace. “Just as well.”
“Dillon,” he hissed. “Jacinta lives next door to Jay Summers-Denby.”
“Good one. What are you on?”
“I need you to listen to me.”
“I’m listening. She must’ve been a good lay because you’re not talking about it. What?”
Mace closed his eyes. He couldn’t look at Jacinta. “Jay Summers-Denby.” He should’ve taken this off speakerphone.
“You’re in some chick’s house next door to where Summers-Denby lives. Fucking hell. Have you got the business plan with you? Go shove it under the man’s door. God, no you can’t because your laptop is juiceless. Bonehead. I’ll drive over there.”
“Dillon.”
“I’m up. I’m getting dressed. I’ll be there in fifteen.”
“We’re in the lockdown zone still.”
“Fuck.”
“He’s here now.”
“What do you mean here?”
“In the room. You’re on speaker phone.”
“Holy fu—What?”
Jay stood, spoke up, “Hello Dillon. This is Jay. Mace has just pitched me your software.”
“He what? Like, right. He’s a virtual mute.”