He cheated i chose two firefighters novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92 Her Partners?

Brennan’s POV

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“Brennan,” the young blonde calls out. I smile at her and get my drink, giving her a wink. My eyes skim over the two love birds. If they aren’t careful, they could get busted for being so indecent. I shake my head and walk out. I follow the directions the girl gave me and find the weekly motel. After getting a room, I go for a walk. I find a store and buy a couple more burner phones. I open one and after getting it set up I immediately call Scar.

“Hello?”

She sounds breathless. What is she doing? I need to think of something to say. I don’t want her to hang up. I can hear a sizzling sound in the background. What is she doing?

“Scar, I’m hungry. Come on!”

She giggles. I grit my teeth. “It’s almost ready, Dylan. I swear you guys act like I never feed you.”

“Hello?”

“Oh, um yes. I’m looking for Scarlett Joseph “I say deepening my voice a little to disguise it.

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There is silence.

“Who is this?”

“Scarleeeeett,” a voice calls in the background.

“Rowan, hold your horses, it’s coming.”

“Sorry, hello?”

“I’ll call back another time.”

The phone goes dead in my hand. I don’t think she knew it was me. My heart is a frantic drum against my ribs. Who was that shouting in the background? One of her… partners? The thought twists my face into a scowl. That voice wasn’t kind. It was a command, raw and impatient. And the other one, with that nasal whine… Dylan. Has to be.

That giggle of hers, light and intimate, coils in my gut.

I need to see him. I need to see her.

How do I find her? This town felt small from the car window, all flat streets and low buildings. I decide to walk. The air is warm, heavy with salt. I could get used to this. Really.

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A men’s boutique beckons from the next corner. I push inside. Ten new shirts. Shorts. Linen pants that whisper when I move. Shoes of soft leather. The register ticks up to nearly a thousand dollars. The cashier’s smile is pure, gleaming triumph.

The bags are heavy in my hands as I head back to the motel. And then I see them.

Two men, walking ahead. Didn’t my mother slur something, that night, about Scarlett’s new men being firefighters? My memory of that conversation is a foggy pit, stained with bourbon. But just before the blackout, I’m sure I heard the word. Firefighter.

I follow.

They’re holding hands. Are they on a break? I guess the day after Thanksgiving is slow, even for heroes.

We round a corner. There it is: the fire station. A squat, practical building. People are scattered outside like a catalog of casual strength. A few shoot hoops in a lazy game. Others, shirts clinging to their backs, soap a massive fire truck and an ambulance. Sunlight flashes on chrome and wet skin. A couple of women are there, too, laughing at something.

Christ. Being a firefighter in Florida looks like a vacation with benefits.

I watch them for a full minute. The easy camaraderie. The physical certainty. It feels like a club I’ll

never be invited to join.

I turn and walk away, back toward the temporary cave of my motel,

But now I know where they are. If I’m right, she’ll come here. To visit them. I’ll see her. I’ll watch.

I need to save her. This polished, giggling creature is not the woman I married. This place has

poisoned her. Bent her into something perverse. I need to scrape it all off and show her the right path.

Her real path. Back to me.

My phone is a cold weight in my palm. I call again.

“Hello?”

“Scarlett.”

“Um, yes?” Her voice is cautious, a door left open just a crack.

A different male voice, close and possessive, bleeds through the speaker. “Hey baby, who are you talking to?”

“I don’t know. It’s an unknown number.”

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“Hello, who is this?” The new voice is firm. It expects an answer.

I end the call. My thumb is slick on the screen.

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That voice. Authoritative. It doesn’t scare me. It infuriates me. He called her ‘baby‘. So it’s true. She’s letting someone else say that word. Already.

I can’t believe it. I’m here, aching, hollowed out with wanting her, and she’s playing house with some stranger? Sure, I made a mistake. A single, stupid misstep. If she would just stop running, just listen, I could make her understand. I could fix everything.

She loved me. She loved me so deeply it used to be a physical thing in the room between us. That doesn’t just vanish. You don’t incinerate four years over one bad moment.

It was just a kiss. A drunken, meaningless press of lips. That video was edited, staged–she has to see

that. She can’t hold my feet to that fire. Not for that.

If she would just give me a chance. Just one. I could show her how good it could be again. She

doesn’t need those other men. Their hands, their voices, their shared beds.

She only needs me.

I’ll prove it.

I just have to find her.

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