Strolling to the door, she glances at me. “My dad’s a workaholic. The only people besides us that he knows are people from the hospital.”
Interesting that she seems to have no idea who my uncle Joe is. Most people from Boston do. “My uncle’s a businessman.”
“Hmm.” She steps outside and props the door open, then sails downstairs without a backward glance.
I wouldn’t have let her carry her luggage herself, but the fact that she doesn’t even offer a token resistance to my doing it alone says a lot. When the diva gets to my place, we’re going to settle more than where her luggage goes.
Downstairs, she’s leaning against a Mercedes convertible, texting her friends. Yeah, spoiled with a capital “s.”
I lower the trunk to a foot above the ground and let it drop. The noise of the impact causes her to look up sharply.
Arya’s eyes narrow suspiciously. She senses I manhandled her luggage on purpose. “Thanks for bringing those in your truck.”
That doesn’t deserve a verbal response, and I don’t give her one. Instead, I open the back of the SUV and put her trunk inside.
“I’ll be inside my car. When you’re ready, I’ll follow you to your place.”
She’s right that she’ll follow my lead. Arya may flaunt how spoiled she is in her own parking lot, but once she’s in my place, that attitude will cost her.
My attention returns to her tight sweater and sexy pierced nipples. I adjust my hard cock, which is throbbing like it’s got its own heartbeat.
I would have arranged the screen dividers in my loft to give her a private space, but after the sweater tease, that’s no longer happening. If she wants to be looked at, she can sleep front and center.
My phone rings. After I slam the hatch, I pull it out. The call’s from my cousin Shane, so I take it.
“Yeah,” I say.
“Can you come by Declan’s? We’ve got things to discuss.”
I prefer to work alone, but my recent recruitment into the Dark Knights, a secret vigilante organization, means I should go to Heyworth’s. I’m a team player, when necessary.
“I can meet later.”
“Around when?”
“I’ll text.”
There’s silence for a moment before Shane says, “Is there an issue between you and Declan?”
“No.”
“He says he texted, and you didn’t respond.”
“Busy.”
“Hmm.”
I roll my eyes. “Heinrich made Reynolds my partner on the Casanova articles. Apparently, that worries Heyworth.”
Declan and I worked well together on and off the field for two and half years. For him to call me in a drunken haze to issue jealous threats was nonsense, especially since I was in the middle of doing his ass a favor.
Even before joining the Dark Knights, I worked with Shane and Declan on their underground businesses. They trusted me to have their backs in those operations. Apparently though, when a woman’s involved, Heyworth is prone to losing his cool.
“Do you want Cami as more than a newspaper colleague?” Shane asks.
“No.”
“All right. So that’s settled.”
