The Chase

“I don’t think so.”

“Goddamn it, woman!”

“What’s going on?” Seth demanded.

Beck muted the device and whispered, “Heavenly is in Vegas. With Gloria.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” The guy looked stunned.

Beck shushed him and unmuted. “Why is she there? What did she say?”

Gloria chuckled. “She came to apologize for fucking my husband.”

“She did what? Shit. What did you tell her?”

“Nothing about your life prior to the night we met. I promise.”

He had to be grateful for small favors.

“She’s adorable, by the way. And a really cute drunk.”

“You got her drunk?”

“Uh-huh,” Gloria taunted. “That’s why you can’t talk to her. She passed ou—I mean, fell asleep.”

Fuck. “Keep her there. Whatever you do, don’t let her leave. Understand?”

“I’m not one of your subs. I don’t take orders from you—or any man—simply because you’ve got a penis.”

Christ, Gloria wanted to compare dicks right now?

“All right. I’m sorry. Would you please make sure she doesn’t leave? Seth and I will be there as quickly as we can.”

“Of course, sweetheart. But she’s not going anywhere anytime soon since she didn’t so much as lift a lid when Buddy carried her to bed. And before you bitch at me, she’ll be fine once she sleeps it off.”

At the moment, Beck wasn’t sure whether to thank Gloria or strangle her. “We’ll be on the road in two.”

“I’ll see you when you get here. Oh, and Ken? Next time, don’t be such a dumb ass. Tell her you love her.” Without waiting for his reply, she ended the call.

Seth was already in his face the second he pocketed his phone. “Why the fuck is Heavenly with your wife?”

“Gloria is not my wife. Legally, yes. But—oh, fuck it. I’ll fill you in on the way to Vegas.”