*It had started with a text. He'd truly thought it was Illy, she managed to destroy her phone while out scouting locations more often than anyone he knew. Once he'd realized it wasn't his female, he'd tried to think of who the fuck it could be. Tracing the number had revealed a burner phone, no way to trace it. That was even more damn suspicious. He honestly couldn't fucking think of anyone. Arya maybe? One of his many one-nighters in the past? Shit, that list was too fucking long to deal with.*
*Thankfully his woman knew his past and still wanted him, meant she was a goddamned saint. Of course he'd shown her the text as soon as he'd gotten home. She'd tried to help him go through his mental list since she'd been around for most of it, but stopped when she realized he was getting frustrated. Who wanted to talk about old conquests with the female he'd spend the rest of his life with? Especially one that had been right the hell in front of his dumb ass the entire time. Fuck all that noise. He'd taken a screenshot and saved it in case it was needed, and then deleted the message.*
*Whoever it was, they'd clearly get the message that he wasn't the same idiot he was before and disappear like the rest of his damn past.*
*Whoever it was, they'd clearly get the message that he wasn't the same idiot he was before and disappear like the rest of his damn past.*