“Fine,” I huff.
“Fine,” Denver counters, staring back at me with an intensity that could burn.
“Good,” my father says. “You leave this morning. Go and pack, Sweetheart.”
16
DENVER
The wind’sblowing Sinclair’s golden strands around her face as she sits with her face by the open window of my car.
“So where is this top-secret place of yours?” She sighs and closes her eyes against the sun, breathing in the fresh air.
We left the city over two hours ago. All signs of Manhattan and skyscrapers are firmly behind us.
“Close,” I reply, running my hand over my chin as I rest one elbow on the open window frame and hold the wheel with my other hand. The familiar feeling seeps into my muscles, loosening them a little. It’s not relaxation exactly, but it’s the closest thing I get to it being out here, away from it all.
“When do you even come here? I thought you had an apartment in the city?”
“I do,” I say to Sinclair.
She pops open her eyes and turns to me with interest.
“I’ve never seen your place. Do you live with Killian and Jenson.”
“Fuck, no.”
“Jenson’s jokes?” she asks with a smile.
“As well as the sounds I’m subjected to when either of them has company,” I reply. Because Sinclair’s guess was good. I have lived with them both in the past. But it was short-lived, thankfully. I’m too old for the shit that comes along with having two horny guys with boundless energy and a taste for regular female company as roommates.
“Oh. I guess it’s easier for you to have your own place… for when you’re dating and not having to spend every minute of your life with me,” she adds, looking out of the window again.
Her phone rings in her lap and she breaks into a smile as she answers it, putting it on speaker.
“Brad,” she gushes.
“Hey, Sin. You okay? I heard about what happened. Is that why our session got canceled today?”
My grip on the wheel tightens. He knows that’s why I canceled her sessions with him. I explained it all to the jackass when I called him this morning while Sinclair was packing.
“Yeah. It’s nothing. Just Dad being cautious.”
“So where are you?”
Sinclair’s gaze flicks to mine, and I jerk my head at her in warning. No one except family can know where she is.
“Oh, nowhere special, just taking some time out. I’ll be back in a few days.”
“He with you?”
“Who?”
Sinclair holds my gaze.
“That huge bodyguard of yours. The one who thinks he has a chanc?—”
“Yes, I’m with Denver,” she replies.
