The Stopover (The Miles High Club 1)

“What?” I shriek.

“You heard me. Put on something sexy. I’ll be there in half an hour.”

“But . . .”

The phone clicks as he hangs up. Oh shit. Damn it, I don’t want to go out tonight.

My phone rings again, and the name Molly lights up the screen.

“I know,” I answer, knowing that Aaron would have called her too.

“He’s on fucking Grindr?” she shrieks.

“I know.”

“You do me a favor. Tonight when you see Paul’s pencil dick, you grind it to a pulp with your fucking shoe.”

I giggle. “I’m hoping not to see it, Moll.”

“I can’t believe this shit,” she snaps in outrage.

“I know.”

“Aaron is way too good for him.”

“I know. Are you coming on our bust-a-move mission?”

“I can’t. I’ve got the kids. Wear a GoPro strapped to your head so I can see what happens.”

“Can’t you drop the kids with their dad?” I ask. “This is an emergency.”

“No. He’s on a date with a whore bag.”

I giggle again. “Honestly, so much shit going on around here.”

“I know,” she snaps. “Okay, I’m calling you every hour. Answer your phone.” She hangs up.

An hour later, Aaron leads me through the nightclub by the hand as he scans the club. It’s small and dark, and the music is the dance-club type. The beat is tantric.

“Do you see him?” I call.

“Nope.” He narrows his eyes as he looks around.

“What are you going to do if you do see him?” I ask.

“End it.”

“Why don’t you just end it anyway?” I frown.

“I need proof.”

“The email is the proof, Aaron,” I huff.

“I knew he was up to something,” he fumes. “That fucking asshole has spent the last week in my bed, and he’s trolling Grindr for sex.”

“Were you in a relationship, like full-on?”

“No, he said he didn’t want a boyfriend but that he wanted to have sex with me only.”