Hot as Hall

Chapter Twenty Six

"Tanner! There you are." She purses her lips, positioning herself right in front of Zoe and I. "Were you trying to sneak away without talking to me?"

"Nope." I growl. "But now that you mention it, I have heard about all I want from you tonight. Don't you have a future ex boyfriend to track down?"

"Oh, don't be mean. I paid good money to spend some time with you and I intend on cashing in on that." Gwen twists a strand of hair in her fingers, eyes set on me. The sway of her hips is a clear indicator that she's drunk, and the only thing I hate more than being around Gwen in general is being around her when she's had too much to drink.

"You do realize this whole thing is a joke, right? There are plenty of donors in there. Why don't you go pick one of them?"

Gwen clicks her tongue, setting her hand on my bicep. "Well, I take it very seriously. And, in fact, I want the time that I paid for right now."

"You really must be crazy if you think that's happening." I spit. Zoe shifts her weight next to me, obviously uncomfortable with the way things are imploding, and I need to do something fast. I really am falling in love with Zoe, and nothing can stand in the way of that. Especially not my vindictive ex-wife.

"Come on, Tanner. Don't you think we can put our differences aside for one night? For the boys?"

For the boys? What the fuck is she even talking about? "It's the middle of the night and the boys are at my parents' house."

"I know that." She lets out a heavy breath. "Look, in all seriousness, I'm not trying to screw things up for you. I'm going to be leaving in a few days and I thought maybe you and I could talk about how we want to handle that tonight, and then tell them over breakfast in the morning. I think I need to tell them as soon as possible."

Shoving my fingers through my hair, I let out a sharp laugh. This really is rich. Of all the times for her to decide she wants to be responsible, this has to take the cake. I want to believe she has good intentions, but I know her too well for that. She knows she has me in a corner now, but I'm tired of playing to her terms. She can compromise for once.

"Then I can pick you up in the morning for coffee before we tell them." I stand my ground. "Zoe and I have plans tonight."

"Tanner..." Zoe's face falls as she pulls me to the side. "I really don't mind. I'm kind of tired anyway, and she's right. You guys need to be on the same page for the boys."

"And we will be, but this is completely unnecessary tonight. If you're tired, then let's just go home and go to bed. I don't mind that at all. I just don't want to..."

"I just feel like I need a little time on my own tonight. You should go with her." Zoe's voice breaks as she cuts me off. Where the hell is this coming from? A few minutes ago, we were both stir-crazy to get out of here and have a few minutes alone, and now it feels like she can't get away from me fast enough. The shift is unnerving, but I know somehow Gwen is responsible.

"Zoe, really, this is just her playing games. She knows she can use the boys to play to my emotions, and it's all a front."

"Maybe." She presses her lips into a thin line, tears welling in her eyes as her breathing shallows. "But what if she's not? I don't want to stand in the way of anything between you and your family, Tanner. I can't do that again." She shakes her head.

Again? I'm completely lost as Zoe spirals, and as hard as I try to stop her, the worse it gets. I can tell how upset she is, and all I want to do is fix it, but I don't know how. "Zoe, what do you mean? You're not standing in the way of anything."

"Just go take care of what you need to with your family, and we can talk tomorrow, okay?" Zoe swallows, blinking back tears. "I promise, I'm okay. I just want to be alone. I'll call you in the morning."

She gives me a quick kiss before slipping out the front door and into a crowd without another word. For a second, I'm so caught off guard I don't even move, but eventually, I rush out after her. The front of the hotel is swarming with people and it's nearly impossible to find her in the crowd. Finally, I catch a glimpse of her right as she ducks into a cab and disappears into the night.

"Fuck!" I hiss, pacing back and forth. It feels like I'm watching a train wreck—Gwen barreling into yet another thing I love to reek absolute havoc. When will it ever be enough? How long do I have to keep letting her do this for the sake of the boys?

I storm back into the lobby, finding Gwen right where I left her as a blind rage hits me like a tsunami. "What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything," she shrugs. "Maybe she just isn't ready for the whole insta-family thing."

"Or maybe you just can't stand seeing me happy."

"Look, I'm trying to do the right thing for once. I just want to make this as easy on the boys as I can and I'm sorry if that interferes with your plans to get laid. Can we just go back to the house and talk? I swear, that's all I'm after."

Part of me wants to go after Zoe, but she was pretty clear about what she wanted and the last thing I want to do is push her away even more. And maybe if I play this right with Gwen, I can find out what's got Zoe so upset. Despite her claimed innocence, there isn't a doubt in my mind that she's responsible, and I'll be damned if I let her ruin what Zoe and I have going.

"Fine." I take my fingers through my hair. "We can talk for an hour or so, and then you're leaving."

"Whatever you say, Captain." Gwen winks.

I'm already regretting this decision.