Free The Bad Boy's Biggest Mistake by Sam Crescent Page B

Kate. He never
wanted to give her false hope at all.
    With Kate soon-to-be out of the picture, the possibilities
were endless.
    Closing the distance between them, Tristan pulled
her into his arms. “You’ve got no idea how much your curiosity means to me.”
    “I’ve got a small idea,” she said. “Sir.”
    His cock thickened at the word. She was going to do
nothing but tease him. Did she know how much power she held over him?
    Tristan caressed her back feeling the lack of weight
on her bones. He didn’t like it. Kissing the top of her head he pulled away.
    “Go and have a shower or a bath. Relax, and I’ll
make us something to eat.”
    She stared at him as if he’d turned into a stranger.
“Are you serious?” she asked.
    “I’m going to cook you something.” He nudged her out
of the kitchen. Tristan saw her pick the phone up off the cradle and walk up
the stairs.
    Her lack of trust in him unnerved him. He didn’t
like the thought of Vicki not trusting him.
    Pulling out his cell phone he dialled his lawyer’s
number. Kate had controlled him for long enough. He was tired of wanting
something and always holding himself back for fear of hurting the person he
cared about. Tristan loved Vicki, and he’d hurt her regardless even though
she’d given up so much for him. He intended to get the divorce if it was the
last thing he did and to earn back Vicki’s trust.
    The call kept dialling, and he held on. His divorce
should be easy to obtain. He’d been living in Law Castle long enough without
Kate for there to be no problem.
    ****
    “Okay, you’ve pulled me away from the best foot
massage in the country, so spill,” Zoe said.
    “There’s nothing to spill,” Vicki said. She lay back
in the bath with bubbles all around her. The knots in her muscles were
loosening from the bath salts she’d added. She felt wonderful for the few
minutes of being able to relax.
    “Several of the locals spotted you leaving with
Tristan in his personal car. I’ve been in Law Castle long enough to know when
you’re spotted leaving with someone, it is a big deal.”
    Vicki laughed. “Have we little town people turned
you into a gossip?”
    “Babe, I’ve always been a gossip. I’ve just never
had anyone to gossip over.”
    “He took me to the supermarket near the city. It was
a large one with everything inside.” She didn’t mention how he bought
everything. Vicki didn’t want to know how a Sheriff could afford such luxury.
    “What else did he say?”
    “Tristan emptied my home of alcohol.”
    “ Woohoo , it’s about time
someone did that for you. You as an alcoholic would never be pretty,” Zoe said.
    There was some mumbling in the background.
    “What are you doing?” Vicki asked.
    “Brent is painting my toe nails. He wants some ideas
for a book or something. I so hope it’s not a foot fetish.
I’ve got tickly feet. Enough about me. What about you
and Tristan?”
    Vicki let out a sigh. “He says he’s getting a
divorce. That has got to mean something, right?”
    “It should, especially if the woman is the bitch
from hell that everyone is describing.”
    “I can’t speak for everyone,” Vicki said. She was
also biased on the topic of his ex-wife.
    “Is it true you walked in with his wife’s pants
around her ankles?”
    “Yes, and thank you for giving me back the visual.”
    “Sorry. The town were talking. It’s already doing
the rounds that she got some kind of weird marks on her ass and thighs.”
    “She’s a pain slut according to Tristan. His wife
liked a lot of pain. More pain than he could give her.”
    Zoe stayed silent over the line.
    “You can’t tell anyone this.”
    “I won’t. I was just thinking about what her pain
thing would mean,” Zoe said.
    “I’m not following.” Vicki sat up in the bath and
reached for the soap.
    “If his wife likes pain and Tristan couldn’t give it
to her then there’s a guy out there who provides her need. What if he comes to
Law Castle?”
    “I