Page 42 of One More Night

“Jordan!” Corinne shoulders past to check on her brother.

He pushes her away. “I’m fine. But you need to ask this asshole to leave before I call the cops.”

“Go for it,” I taunt. “You’d never do it because you’re hands are as dirty as mine.”

You don’t exactly help a hacker stay out of the slammer without reaping the benefits yourself.

“I think you both need to leave.”

Seems Chase and I finally agree on something when we both look to Corinne with shock.

“We’ll stay in,” I offer. “Order Chinese and hash this out.”

“Only thing you’ll be hashing out is the fucking key on your goddamn illegal keyboard,” she fires back, making Chase chuckle.

I might have laughed too, if I didn’t feel the desperation inching in as she pulls away. So close …

“Out.” Chase points to the door. “Assholes first.”

I’m not going fucking anywhere. Not when I’m this close to reaching the goal I’ve worked toward for near on a goddamn decade.

“Please,” Corinne begs. Her hands fist the sides of my college shirt as she hugs herself. “Give me tonight.”

“One night,” I cede. “I’ll give you one more night.”

And then, she’s all mine. Whatever the cost.