Damn, one smile and he could feel his body revving back up.
Deliberately, he rolled his hips.“You’re not going to shake me that easily.”
“Mmmm.”Her eyelids fluttered closed.“I don’t think I am.”When she opened her eyes again, though, the sweet smile left her face.“I don’t know if Roxie would even offer to let me stay anymore.”
Cam fought back the grumble that threatened to rise from his chest.He didn’t want to defend the evil twin.Not now.“She was just upset this morning.”
“She’s not used to the Underhills.”
And, unfortunately, Lexie was.Cam felt his frustration building.He’d wanted to lock out the outside world, but it was forcing its way back in.
“Thank you for being nice to her,” she whispered.Little lines of stress appeared between her eyes, wiping away the peaceful contentment that had been there only moments before.“It meant a lot to me.I know you two don’t get along.”
“That was basic humanity.”
“It was still nice.”She ran her fingers through his hair.“Will you take me to The Ruckus?I need to talk to her.”
He’d do almost anything for her, but that?“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
“She didn’t mean to hurt me.She couldn’t.Not as much as they did.”
They.If he could have gotten his hands on the Underhills right now, he would have strangled the lot of them.
He stroked his hand down her side and settled it over her hipbone.“Don’t make the same mistake twice,” he warned.“Don’t put too much faith in this newfound twin of yours.”
Her eyes darkened.“She’s not them.”
No, she wasn’t.Roxie was a different kind of trouble entirely.
Cam swore underneath his breath.He hadn’t wanted to drop this on her, but he didn’t see any way to avoid it.“Baby, she’s already put calls out to the news magazines and tabloids, wanting to sell her story.”
Beneath him, Lexie went still.“She’s what?”
“I told you, I’ve got resources looking into things.You just caught me talking with one.”He hadn’t put a stop on the background check, and he wasn’t especially happy with what his people were digging up.
Lexie struggled to sit up.“Now wehaveto talk with her.”
“Yeah, we do.”He eased his weight off her.She was right.It was better to nip this in the bud.“We’ll go get your car tonight and see if we can talk some sense into her.You don’t want reporters dogging your every step.They’re relentless and they’ll rip your life apart looking for secrets, imagined or real.”
She was already looking around for clothes.“Let’s go now.”
“Sweetheart, the bar isn’t open yet.”
“But I got inside the other day.”
“You think Roxie will let you in today?”
His shirt dropped back onto the floor.
Sighing, Cam caught her hand and pulled her back to him.“Let’s just take the day.You need to refresh and regroup—and I’m determined to get some food into you.”
Her gaze lifted.“But we’ll go?”
“I promise.Hell, what good’s a ruckus if you can’t raise one there?”
Chapter Twelve
Things were rocking at The Ruckus when they arrived.Even from as far away as they’d had to park, Lexie could hear the beat of the music that was playing inside.The bass traveled through the airwaves and echoed inside her chest.She looked around at all the pickups and motorcycles that circled the place.As a marketer, she was impressed by the business that one billboard was bringing in.
