Dad smacks Preston’s arm. “Here’s hoping Wakefield dies before you do.”
I would honestly not think less of the man for losing control of his bowels at Dad’s obvious threat, but when Preston’s expression of fear shifts to smugness, the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
One quick sweep of the area, and I confirm that we’re surrounded by the assholes in black tactical gear. I elbow Silas, who lets out an amused huff, as if he’d already clocked them.
“Teams are expensive to replace, Mr. Whitaker, and we’ve already taken down two. You may wish to order these fine folks to back down.”
Preston must see something in Silas’s eyes because he sends out the signal, and the team disappears into the woods surrounding the houses.
Seemingly bored with the conversation, Dad links elbows with Sy and gestures toward his Jeep. “Shall we?”
Preston retreats to his garage as Sy digs around in his pockets. He produces his fob, which he tosses to me. “Take care of my baby.”
“Will do.”
“Oh,” Dad says, as if an afterthought, “Aunt Hedy’s going toask you to lunch in the next day or two. Make sure to accept her invite.”
“Okay.”
Dad and Sy, who have forgotten about Preston entirely, are practically skipping toward their little murder spree, and I slide into Sy’s sleek black vehicle.
So. Yeah.
That happened.
31
RAMI
After reassuringmy sister that I’m okay, I sneak back into the room and take a shower, then slide into bed next to True, who likes to sleep naked. Our combined nudity is fucking delicious.
“Hey,” he says, palming my ribs. “Where’d you go?”
“Went with Sy to make an example out of Preston Whitaker.”
“Rami.”
I shrug. “Dad showed up and trigger blocked us. Now he and Sy are taking out a substitute bad guy to make up for the fact that they couldn’t kill him.”
He kisses my nose. “You know, I was going to go take care of Whitaker in the morning.”
I bite back a smile. “Wouldn’t that have fucked you up?”
“Maybe, but no one harms you without coming through me, you got it?”
Flustered, I answer, “Thank you. But I’d never have you do something that would bother you like that, especially since it’s apparently so easy for me.”
“Good point,” he says, his smile wry.
“Oh, that reminds me, my Aunt Hedy’s going to call and askme to join her for lunch.” I pop my brows. “Wonder what she wants.”
“Not to be rude,” True says, pulling me into a hug, “but I don’t give a shit what your Aunt Hedy wants right now. Do you?”
I shake my head, enjoying the sensual warmth of his body against mine.
He kisses me breathless, then asks, “How are you feeling?”
“Horny.” I push my face into his neck. “Not to mention squeaky clean.”
