Walking Red Flag (Ocean View #2)

by Morgan Elizabeth

“What do you want?” a voice asks. It’s not Gabi. It’s a man’s voice. A fucking man’s voice. It takes everything in me not to go ballistic. “Where’s Gabi?” I pull the phone from my ear, checking to make sure I hit send on the right contact. Maybe I called someone else. “What do you want?” “Look, man, I called my girl and some fuckin’ guy answered. I deserve for you to tell me where the fuck she is. Or at the very least, who the fuck you are.” “This is Luke.” Luke, Luke… Cassie’s fiancé? Ben’s friend. “Why are you answering Gabi’s phone?” “Why are you callin’ her?” This guy is still a fucking dick. “Is she at your place?” “Yes.” We’re both silent. He’s clearly waiting for me to say more. I’m waiting for him to explain why he’s answering Gabi’s phone. “What do you want, Vic?” “I want to talk to Gabi.” “Why?” “This isn’t something I want to discuss with a relative stranger.” “Too bad.” “What?” “I said, too bad. You get me. Talk to me.” What in the actual fuck? “Man. I don’t know you, and you don’t know me. But I’m pretty sure you can get why it would not be great for me to call my girl and another man answer.” There’s silence for a few moments before he speaks. “Is she your girl?” “What?” “I said, is she your girl?” I don’t answer. “Are you deaf, man?” “You know sure as fuck she’s my girl.” I really don’t like this guy. “Do I?” “I don’t like games, man.” “She’s sitting in my living room, eating from a 5-gallon tub of cheese balls and watching Titanic with my girl.” This sounds...