Zane, Dutch, and Sol move inside without further conversation. Bringing J threw them for a loop, but it’s not enough to loosen the tension from their shoulders or the worry from their brows. Their wives still haven’t been found. Me introducing a girl to them for the first time isn’t enough to distract from that.
“J!” I call her.
She whips her head around, her eyes bright with excitement. Standing there, with the moonlight falling on her blonde hair and her gaze bursting with happiness, she looks almost cute.
Almost.
I frown at that particular revelation. “You got a phone?”
“Yeah.”
I offer my hand to her.
She looks at my palm and then up at me.
“Hand it over.”
“Why?” She pulls her phone behind her back, her eyebrows tightening into a hard V.
I sigh heavily. I don’t have time for this.
In three rushed steps, I’m in front of her. Then I grab the phone from behind her back. She’s much smaller than me, so I have to bend almost halfway to reach her height.
The scent of her perfume fills my nose. It’s a soft lilac fragrance and there’s something oddly familiar about it.
As I’m pulling her phone away, J grabs it and holds ontight.My eyes widen in surprise. The chick has a hell of a grip.
“That’s mine,” she insists.
I could rip the phone away from her without breaking a sweat, but somehow I feel the urge to mess with her instead.
So I do.
Keeping my hold on the phone, I wrap my hand around her front so my arm is draping her shoulders and she’s pulled against my chest. J makes a startled sound and the watch chirps.
I smirk because I now understandwhythat device keeps making noises when I touch her.
“This is my phone number,” I whisper in her ear as I open her phone and tap the buttons. Then I call my phone and hear it chirping in my pocket. “When I’m ready for you, I’ll call. Don’t make me wait.”
J pushes me off so violently that her blonde hair flies into her face. “Who do you think you’re?—?”
Her watch chirps, and she huffs, sucking the words back in.
Staring at her defiant eyes and strong stance, I have the most insatiable urge to kiss her. A proper kiss. Not one of those close-mouthed, dutiful pecks she gave me. One where I snatch the soul out of her body with my tongue, one where maybe we both feel something.
But then she switches up, bites down on her lip, and bats her eyes at me. “Of course, Finn. I’ll do anything you want. Call me anytime. Would you like me to bring you a coffee or a latte on my way back?”
I stare at her as she bats her pale, blonde eyelashes and gives me a syrupy sweet smile. The sarcasm is thick in her voice, and I’m not stupid enough to think she means a word she’s saying.
When I keep staring wordlessly at her, the smile starts to fracture, but she makes a valiant effort to keep it in place.
“Well, you’re busy and so am I. Off you go to your secret little spy room.” She makes a shooing motion with her hand.
As she flounces away, I’m surprised by the desire I have to stick around. To grab her close again. Maybe smack her round, little peach.
Would she squeal?
Or snarl at me?
