Playing with Piper (Menage MfM Romance Novel) (Playing for Love Book 3) by Tara Crescent Page A
Authors: Tara Crescent
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Mendez.”
He doesn’t deny it. Instead he pushes the list back to me. “I’ll be in touch.”
----
Wyatt:
In the shock of kissing Piper, I’d almost forgotten my father’s phone call, but the next morning, he’s the first person I think of. I dial Stone Bradley. “My father made contact yesterday,” I say bluntly as soon as he answers.
“Hello to you too, Mr. Lawless. Did he show up at work again?”
“No, he called me.”
“Hmm. Did you have a phone number for him?”
“No.” I run my hand through my hair in frustration. A week after I hired him, Bradley produced an address for my father, but I haven’t acted because I don’t know what to do. I want him gone, but this isn’t the movies. I can’t break his kneecaps because I don’t want to talk to him.
“The studio apartment in Brooklyn he’s staying at,” I think out loud. “Whose name is on the lease? Can we evict him?”
Bradley answers immediately. “I’m going to recommend against it.” He clears his throat. “Let me be honest. Your dad is a washed-up drunk. Your best option is to meet him and pay him off. If you go on the offensive, who knows what he might do?”
“No.” My tone brooks no opposition. “There will be no pay off. There will be no meeting. I will give my father nothing.”
“The past still haunts you.” Bradley’s voice is sympathetic. “I can relate to the desire to forget your childhood.”
I rise to my feet. I’m done with this conversation, done with Bradley, done with being analyzed. “Get him evicted,” I snarl into the phone.
I should tell Bradley to put a tail on my father and have someone keep an eye on his movements. But I’m too angry, and I’m not thinking straight.
21
Never above you. Never below you. Always beside you.
Walter Winchell
Piper:
I go through the rest of the week on auto-pilot. Though I exchange emails and texts with Owen and Wyatt about a million little details, I don’t see them. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what they’re doing. They’re giving me space.
I don’t want space, and I don’t want to be logical. I want passion.
Saturday night, when I get home after a long shift at the restaurant, Bailey’s sitting on the couch, reading something. Jasper’s at her side, half-asleep as usual. “Hey,” I say, surprised to find my roommate at home. “How come you aren't with your guys?”
“Because I need to work,” she replies with a grimace. “I’ve got an inch-thick stack of papers to read, and I’m too easily distracted when I’m with Daniel and Sebastian.
I grin, taking in the huge arrangement of pink flowers on the coffee table. Roses, lilies, and daisies spill out of a clear glass vase. “They sent you flowers because they couldn’t bear you being away for one night? That’s both sweet and excessive.”
Her eyes dance with amusement. “They aren’t for me.”
“What?”
“The flowers. They aren’t for me.” Her smile widens to a grin. “Anything you want to tell me, Piper?” she teases. “Who’s sending you flowers? My money’s on those hot partners of yours.”
I cross over to the bouquet, and search for a card. There’s a small white envelope tucked among the blossoms. My heart beats in my chest as I rip it open. It’s been a very long time since someone’s sent me flowers.
You’re special to us.
“What does it say?” Bailey’s voice is curious. “Come on. Spill.”
I hand her the note silently. I don’t know what I thought it would say. Some flirty reference to tomorrow night. Not this. Tears well up in my eyes.
“Are you going to cry?” Bailey sits up, alarmed. “Shit. Piper, sweetie. Come here. I’ll find vodka.”
That makes me laugh. “No vodka,” I say, holding up my hand. “Vodka is what started this.” I plop myself on the couch, and scratch Jasper behind the ears.
“So Wyatt and Owen think you’re special. Special in a Piper’s A Very Talented Chef kind of way?”
“Special in an I Have
He doesn’t deny it. Instead he pushes the list back to me. “I’ll be in touch.”
----
Wyatt:
In the shock of kissing Piper, I’d almost forgotten my father’s phone call, but the next morning, he’s the first person I think of. I dial Stone Bradley. “My father made contact yesterday,” I say bluntly as soon as he answers.
“Hello to you too, Mr. Lawless. Did he show up at work again?”
“No, he called me.”
“Hmm. Did you have a phone number for him?”
“No.” I run my hand through my hair in frustration. A week after I hired him, Bradley produced an address for my father, but I haven’t acted because I don’t know what to do. I want him gone, but this isn’t the movies. I can’t break his kneecaps because I don’t want to talk to him.
“The studio apartment in Brooklyn he’s staying at,” I think out loud. “Whose name is on the lease? Can we evict him?”
Bradley answers immediately. “I’m going to recommend against it.” He clears his throat. “Let me be honest. Your dad is a washed-up drunk. Your best option is to meet him and pay him off. If you go on the offensive, who knows what he might do?”
“No.” My tone brooks no opposition. “There will be no pay off. There will be no meeting. I will give my father nothing.”
“The past still haunts you.” Bradley’s voice is sympathetic. “I can relate to the desire to forget your childhood.”
I rise to my feet. I’m done with this conversation, done with Bradley, done with being analyzed. “Get him evicted,” I snarl into the phone.
I should tell Bradley to put a tail on my father and have someone keep an eye on his movements. But I’m too angry, and I’m not thinking straight.
21
Never above you. Never below you. Always beside you.
Walter Winchell
Piper:
I go through the rest of the week on auto-pilot. Though I exchange emails and texts with Owen and Wyatt about a million little details, I don’t see them. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what they’re doing. They’re giving me space.
I don’t want space, and I don’t want to be logical. I want passion.
Saturday night, when I get home after a long shift at the restaurant, Bailey’s sitting on the couch, reading something. Jasper’s at her side, half-asleep as usual. “Hey,” I say, surprised to find my roommate at home. “How come you aren't with your guys?”
“Because I need to work,” she replies with a grimace. “I’ve got an inch-thick stack of papers to read, and I’m too easily distracted when I’m with Daniel and Sebastian.
I grin, taking in the huge arrangement of pink flowers on the coffee table. Roses, lilies, and daisies spill out of a clear glass vase. “They sent you flowers because they couldn’t bear you being away for one night? That’s both sweet and excessive.”
Her eyes dance with amusement. “They aren’t for me.”
“What?”
“The flowers. They aren’t for me.” Her smile widens to a grin. “Anything you want to tell me, Piper?” she teases. “Who’s sending you flowers? My money’s on those hot partners of yours.”
I cross over to the bouquet, and search for a card. There’s a small white envelope tucked among the blossoms. My heart beats in my chest as I rip it open. It’s been a very long time since someone’s sent me flowers.
You’re special to us.
“What does it say?” Bailey’s voice is curious. “Come on. Spill.”
I hand her the note silently. I don’t know what I thought it would say. Some flirty reference to tomorrow night. Not this. Tears well up in my eyes.
“Are you going to cry?” Bailey sits up, alarmed. “Shit. Piper, sweetie. Come here. I’ll find vodka.”
That makes me laugh. “No vodka,” I say, holding up my hand. “Vodka is what started this.” I plop myself on the couch, and scratch Jasper behind the ears.
“So Wyatt and Owen think you’re special. Special in a Piper’s A Very Talented Chef kind of way?”
“Special in an I Have
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