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Her lips quirk and she rolls her eyes. “Always with the humor.”
“That wasn’t humor. That’s the God’s honest truth.”
She chuckles and brushes her lips over mine. “You’re not putting anything in my ass, Sebastian Decker.”
“Maybe not today or tomorrow. But if we go down this path, I most definitely will, my sexy goddess.”
She pulls back, scrutinizing me with a mix of concern and exhilaration. There’s i
“You’ve never let anyone play there before?” I squeeze her ass. Hard.
She sucks in a breath and shakes her head. “No.”
My pulse pounds harder. The desire to claim her becomes a living, breathing thing inside my chest, demanding action. “You have no idea how fucking hard that makes me. I’m—”
My cell rings, cutting off my words and stealing the lust-filled mania.
Keira glances toward the pillows, then back at me, wrapping her hands around my neck, her fingers playing with the hair at my nape. “Ignore it.”
“Why? Who is it?”
She leans in, reclaiming my mouth, deliberately trying to distract me.
I groan and struggle to fight temptation. “It’s Cole, isn’t it?”
She keeps kissing me as the trill continues.
Goddamn it.
“I can’t ignore him.” I pull back and meet her gaze. Unwanted clarity sinks into my veins, smothering the lust.
“Go on, then.” She climbs from my lap and moves to stand beside the bed.
“Have I told you how much I despise your brother?” I snatch my cell from the pillow.
“No, but it’s been implied more than once.” She chuckles, yet the humor doesn’t reach her eyes.
We both know this call will mark the end of whatever this thing is between us. Torian’s perfect timing has stolen the buzz and brought too much fucking clarity.
“Don’t go anywhere.” I reach for her hand, only to have her back away.
“I’m not.” But she does. She keeps retreating, placing more and more space between us.
Fuck Torian.
Fuck him and his horrible fucking timing.
I co
“Nothing,” he grates. “I just called for an update. Where are you?”
“Still at the safe house. In bed. Trying to get some fucking sleep.”
“Cry me a river. How’s Keira?”
“Good.” Clearly a
“She’s with you?” he snarls.
“She’s not riding my dick, if that’s what you’re asking.” I keep holding her gaze, noting the narrowing of her eyes, the stiffening of her shoulders. “I was offering to go find her.”
There’s a pause, the seconds of silent contemplation ticking by.
“Torian, do you want me to get her or not?”
“Yes.” His answer is a barely audible mutter. “But first I need to speak to you about the drive-by. Hunter seems to think you can help find the culprit.”
“That depends on what you’ve already tried. I don’t know the first thing about what’s going on over there.”
“Not a hell of a lot. We don’t have any leads. I’ve got no idea who’s targeting us, or why. Whoever is responsible is a coward who doesn’t want to claim responsibility.”
“It might not be cowardice. It could be strategic. Both incidents could even be a coincidence.”
“First my uncle, now this. It’s not a fucking coincidence.”
No, it’s not likely, but stranger things have happened. And when you have a list of enemies a mile long, it wouldn’t be a stretch to get targeted by more than one at the same time. “What about the official investigation? Do you have access to that information?”
“Not currently.”
His tone implies he can gain access, though. I assume all he’d have to do is grease a palm or two.
“If you think the same person is responsible,” I continue, “there’s more than likely going to be a point of conversion in those files. All I need to do is find it.”
“What else would you need?”
“My laptop.”
“Give me your home address, and I’ll get someone to pick it up.”
No. Fuck no. “I’ll come and get it. I’ll drive us back overnight—”
“Like hell you will. I don’t want Keira in Portland yet.”
“Then you need to get me a new computer because you sure as shit aren’t going through my house.”
He gives a derisive laugh. “Who says I haven’t already?”
I say. I’d fucking know.
My home is a fortress, not necessarily impenetrable, but I get surveillance notifications whenever someone sets foot on the property. Even the neighbor’s cat can’t escape detection.
“Why don’t you want me going through your house, Decker?” he taunts. “Have you got something to hide?”
“Apart from my gra
“I’ll get you a computer,” Torian grates. “Is there anything else?”
“Let me think on it. I’ll text you a list.”
“Make it quick. I’ll send Hunter out to see you tomorrow if nothing happens in the meantime.”
“Yeah. Okay. Leave it with me.”
“Have you found my sister yet?” he snips as if he anticipated her being at my side all along.
“Yeah. Hold on.” I raise my attention and find her staring down at me. No, she’s staring right through me, her eyes blank, lips parted, skin pale. “Keira?”
She blinks out of the trance and pastes on a smile. “Mmm?”
“Cole wants to speak to you.” I cover the mouthpiece with my palm. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” She approaches and holds out a hand for the device.
“You’re not a good liar.”
“I’m the best liar,” she counters, grabbing the cell to raise it to her ear. “Cole?” She turns away from me, hiding her face from view.
She remains quiet for a while, taking short steps toward the door. She’s trying to distance herself from me as she gets closer to her brother. I won’t stand in her way. Not this time. In the future it might be a different story.
I push from the bed and stalk to the adjoining bathroom to rinse my face. The water doesn’t help to clear my head, but it scrambles the words drifting from the next room for a few brief moments until I hear her muttered affirmations.
“Hmm… Okay… Yes… I understand.”
I don’t deliberately eavesdrop. Her answers are just there, the sound of her voice reaching my ears as if I was made to listen to nothing but her.
“I’m not sleeping with him,” she murmurs.
I walked to the door, needing to see her, and cock my hip against the frame. She’s sitting on the bed, her focus rising to meet mine.
“I don’t like this,” she says to him. “You’re not involving me in decisions, and I need to know what’s going on.” She frowns, clenching her jaw. “Yes. I know. I’ll speak to you soon.”
She disco
I was right when I anticipated the moment between us ending. The lust I’d seen in her eyes is gone. There’s no picking up where we left off.
“Your brother is an asshole,” I grate.
She gives a half-hearted grin. “What did he do this time?”
“Every time you talk to him, your mood changes. I don’t like the effect he has on you. I don’t like the way he treats you.”
She schools her expression, the emotion draining from her features to leave me staring at a blank slate. “You watch me too closely. Maybe you’re seeing things that aren’t even there.”