March (Calendar Girl #3) by Audrey Carlan Read Free Book Online

throat. My eyes slid to Hector whose face held the exact opposite of Mona’s. Grief, sorrow, maybe even a twinge of anger filled his features. That snake around my heart squeezed so hard I could barely breathe. Mama Mona turned on a heel and went back into the restaurant.
    “Hector…” I whispered. He shook his head and opened the car door.
    “Get in Mia. I need a word with Tony.”
    “ Papi , you know that was for show…it didn’t mean anything,” he swore, hands fisted at his sides.
    Although I shouldn’t have felt hurt, I did, because I did feel something. There was a definite twinge of the lady parts when he held me and kissed me the way a man kisses a woman he’s lusting after. Only with Tony, I felt the proof that he really didn’t get turned on from kissing me. It wasn’t real. That reminded me that I needed to check any lustful feelings at the door. This man might be sex incarnate and have the most incredible body known to mankind, but he was playing for Team Hector.
    I went over to the car. Hector didn’t even look at me. I swallowed down the bitter pill of regret. Before I got in the car I put a hand to his shoulder and leaned close enough to whisper in his ear. “It meant nothing. Mona was watching. He wasn’t even turned on. Only you could do that to him. Believe me, I know when a man wants me. That man wants one person. You.” That was the most reassurance I could offer.
    As I sat down, Hector leaned in. “Thank you for telling me that.”
    “Anytime. How about you guys take a cab back? Go to a bar and chat about how this is going to play out now that I’m here. I don’t know that you two thought about what me being here was going to do to your relationship, but it’s obvious you need some time alone.” He nodded and looked down where he scuffed a toe along the concrete. “I have a key now. I’ll see you guys in the morning. Yeah?”
    “Mia, thanks,” Tony said. He waved his arm toward the street, and a cab stopped in front of him. “Hector, please come with me.” Tony’s tone was soft yet demanding.
    I watched as they got into the cab and drove away. The limo took me back to the penthouse, and I just made it into my room when my phone pinged with a text.
    From: Wes Channing
    To: Mia Saunders
    Can you talk?
     

C HAPTER 5
     
    I stared at the cell phone display. There were two ways to play this. One, ignore it until I wasn’t feeling so emotionally drained. Two, call him and let Wes’s voice remove the snake coiled around my heart after the shitstorm I’d just dealt with between Tony and Hector. I hoped they could work it out. The last thing I’d ever wanted to do was come between two people in love—which they were. Only it wasn’t fair that they couldn’t be free to be themselves. Or at the very least, Tony perceived it that way. Perhaps if I worked with Tony, made him see that coming out of the closet could be a good thing. That being with Hector, planning and building the family they obviously wanted was the way to happiness. What Tony was doing was eventually going to burn Hector so bad, he’d walk. I know the type. I’m excellent at walking away.
    Decision made, I clicked a couple buttons on my phone. Within one ring the line was picked up. “Hey sweetheart, is it too late there? Well, wherever you are?” His voice was deep, throaty and reminded me of whispered promises in the dark, breathy moans, and nights filled with unbridled passion. I’d had an incredible time with Alec but Wes, he just did it for me. Everything about him screamed, deep, penetrating, hot monkey sex. After the night I’d just had, I’d love to lose myself in him.
    “It’s not too late, no. I’m in Chicago.”
    “Mmm, the Windy City. What’s the guy do?”
    I wasn’t sure we were at that point in our friendship that we could comfortably discuss other conquests. However, since I didn’t plan on ever bedding Tony, it probably wouldn’t hurt to share. “Restauranteur.”
    “Ah, I know