“Two years later? I doubt that,” she argued. “And disarming men in suits… they’re the kind you should run from. The ones that don’t look like they can hurt a fly, but when you get up close to them, they’ll rip your intestines out. Um… remember Roman, who wore a suit to a fight?”
I shivered at the mention of him. I hadn’t forgotten, either. I rooted around the floor in the back to see if there was a crowbar or anything I could use. “If anything happens, call for help.”
“I don’t like this.” Her voice cracked twice.
The vehicle was turning around.
I came up empty as far as a weapon. “Stop the car, please.”
She huffed, pumping the brakes. “Fine. I will kill you if you die.”
“Noted.” I jumped out and checked the truck bed for a crowbar or something to use. But all I found was hay. Then I marched toward the driver, who’d stopped and was staring at me.
Jordyn rushed up. “You’re not doing this alone.”
It would have been nice right about then to have had some sort of supernatural power.
“Get back in,” I snapped at her. “I can handle this.”
“You know I don’t listen well. Besides, he won’t be able to handle both of us.”
The dark-haired man lifted his cell to his ear, then his lips moved.
“Who do you think he’s talking to?” Jordyn asked.
I had no idea. As I crossed my arms over my chest, my heart punched my ribs like a jackhammer on steroids.
He climbed out of his vehicle with his phone to his ear.
Jordyn slid closer to me. “You go for his balls. I’ll gouge his eyes out.”
I laughed. I didn’t know why that was funny. Maybe because the dude was broad and muscular and could squash us in a second flat. Or maybe because the last time I kicked a man in the balls, he barely reacted. Sam hadn’t been fazed when my knee had connected with his manhood.
Grinning at us, the man handed me his cell. “Someone would like to speak with you.”
My eyebrows shot to my hairline. “Tell whoever it is to pound sand.”
Jordyn snorted.
The handsome stranger stood stoically with his arm still extended like he’d been flash frozen. His only movement was his eyes flickering from hazel to black then hazel once again. Great, we were dealing with a vampire.
“Layla,” a husky voice that was deep and throaty and embedded in my brain forever shouted through the phone. A voice that sent heat straight to my nether regions, awakening a part of me that had been dormant since I’d left Sam. “Layla,” he said again.
The man shoved the phone at me. “My boss needs to talk to you.” If not for the urgency in Sam’s tone or the man’s, I might just have walked away. I had too much other shit to deal with and jumping back into a world I wasn’t ready for wasn’t on the list. Hell, I would never be ready to see Sam or fuck Sam or be with Sam.
Yet, I’d learned one thing about the gorgeous vampire who’d rocked my world in the bedroom: he was persistent. If I didn’t take his call, he would probably teleport to me—if he could.
I glued the cell to my ear. “What do you want?” My tone was brusque. “You know, you’re a big pain in the ass. Can’t you take a hint? I’m trying to forget you.”Liar. Liar. Liar.
“I miss you too, baby doll,” Sam said in his smooth, delicious voice. “I understand you need my help.”
I ground my molars. “Who the fuck told you that?”
“Didn’t you know?” I could picture Sam’s smug grin. “Your aunt Tab and I are fast friends. She has me on speed dial.”
I rolled my eyes as I regarded my sister, who must’ve heard Sam because her mouth was hanging open.
The man in front of me went back to his vehicle.
