She frowns. “What third guy? Another brother? There were only thetwo.”
“Missy said she saw a third guy. He’s been hanging around the bar lately and followed you over to your room.”
Eve chuckles. “Of course she’s a tattling bitch,” she mumbles to herself and then adds, “It was no one.”
“Eve. Who the fuck was it?” he demands.
She drops her head back onto the fluffy pink pillow behind her and closes her eyes once more. My girl looks exhausted. She’s coming down off her high, whereas my adrenaline is pumping at everything I’m hearing. “Kashton.”
“What?” he barks. “Kash…Kashton? My brother?” His voice rises. “What the fuck was he doing there?”
Her eyes open and narrow at his harsh tone. “He’s been following me since you sent him and Haidyn to pick up the prisoner at the cathedral.”
“For the second time, that wasn’t me. Why would I send them there? I have nothing to do with the Lords,” he snaps and then adds, “Maybe Bill did.”
“No”—her gaze drops to the bubbles, and her voice softens—“he wouldn’t do that to me. Bill knows I want nothing to do with them.”
Nothing to do withthem? As in Saint, Haidyn, and me?
I can’t speak for Saint and Haidyn, but she didn’t act that way when my cock was inside her an hour ago. She was begging me for it. Her pretty pink cunt was soaked, and her mouth was greedy. She wanted me.
“I’m boarding the jet now. I’ll be landing in about three hours. Meet me?—”
“No,” she interrupts him. “I’m going to down a bottle of Jack and pass out.”
“Still self-medicating, I see.”
“Careful,” she warns. “That tone sounds a little judgy coming from a man who fucks any woman who will spread her legs.”
He laughs softly and then clears his throat. “Be careful, Eve.”
She stiffens but says, “I’m always careful.”
“No. You’re not. Kashton is not someone you should fuck with.”
“I can handle him.” She squares her shoulders as if he’s looking right at her.
I love her confidence. That she thinks she can take me on and win. The woman has no clue how persistent I can be. She can bring her stapler or a gun to fight with me, and I’ll still win. Every time.
“He’s bored, and that’s never a good thing.”
“What the fuck do you mean by bored?” She takes another drink, and some of it runs down her chin and onto her chest before it disappears into the bubbles.
“Saint has Ashtyn, Haidyn is busy with Charlotte, and I’m gone. He needs something to take up his time.”
“Well, that won’t be me.” She shakes her head in denial, and a few strands fall loose from her messy bun.
He’s quiet for a second before he makes a suggestion. “Maybe…maybe you should get away for a while.”
“Not this again.” Her teeth grind. “I’m not running. I like it here.” Her green eyes slowly take in the bathroom, as if she’s proud of what she has.
“Everett, you have no friends, no true family other than Bill. Pack up your shit and get the fuck out of this state.”
She sits up, water splashing off the edges at her harsh movement, and huffs. “I said no, Adam. I’m not fucking leaving my home. And I’m pretty fucking tired of you thinking you can order me around.”
“You work for me,” he says matter-of-factly. “I’m telling you now that you need to leave. Especially if you’ve got Kashton’s attention. Nothing good could come from that.”
“I can think of something.” Her eyes widen and she slaps a hand over her mouth, surprised she said that.
