She was so damn sweet, just like her scent. And those soft curves against him…God, they did something to him.
He moved his mouth from hers and kissed her cheek, then her neck. Every part of this woman deserved to be loved. He was about to lower his mouth to her breast when a car engine sounded from the drive.
He froze. Then he heard something hitting her front door.
The fuck?
He lifted his head. “What is that?”
Without meeting his gaze, she quickly shimmied out from beneath him and ran to the window, where she peeked her head around the closed curtain. “Oh my God…they actually got out of the car this time. I need to write down the plate numbers!”
What the hell was she talking about?
He rose from the couch and looked out the window to see two teenage boys throwing eggs at her front door and windows. Not just any boys…the local electrician, Harry Jacobs’ kids.
Motherfuckers.
Rage rushed through his blood as he stormed to the front door and yanked it open. The second the boys saw him, the color left their faces.
Good. They knew they were in deep fucking shit.
One of them managed to scramble into the car before Kayden reached him, but not the other. Kayden grabbed the kid by the back of his shirt and shoved him against the Honda.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Kayden growled.
Footsteps sounded behind him, but he ignored them.
The kid opened and closed his mouth twice before getting words out. “I’m…we’re…egging Matilda Taylor’s house.”
“I can see that,” Kayden said through gritted teeth. “Why?”
“Because, well, my father says she’s a thief and she stole from us. That she cost him a job…”
“Does Harry know what you’re doing?”
The slight widening of the kid’s eyes gave him away. Harry knew.
Kayden lowered his head. “You have thirty minutes to clean the egg off the house. If you don’t, I call the sheriff, and you can both experience what a night behind bars feels like.”
The teenager spluttered, the color not returning to his face.
“Okay?” The word from Kayden was somewhere between a shout and a growl.
The kid nodded. “Okay! We’ll clean the house.”
“Good. I’ll get you a bucket. I want the house sparkling fucking clean. And if I ever hear about either of you pulling a stunt like this again, you’ll spend more than a night in a prison cell. Do you understand?”
He nodded quickly, and Kayden reached inside the car and grabbed the keys before shoving the kid back into the car. No way did he trust them not to leave the second Kayden turned his back.
When he turned back toward the house, it was to see Tilly standing on the stairs of the porch, her arms wrapped around her ribs, and her eyes…not angry, more disappointed as she looked at the kids. He jogged up the steps, then slipped an arm around her waist and led her inside.
He waited until the door was closed before speaking. “They’ve done this before?” He already knew the answer, but he needed her confirmation.
“Yes.” That was all she said. Then she walked down the hall.
He followed. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Who was I going to say somethingto? You?” She stopped in the laundry room, grabbed a bucket, and began filling it with water. “You didn’t even like me for a while. No one did. I had one friend—Harper.”
