“Oh my god, is this your girlfriend?” Sloane shrieks behind me.
She’s in one of my RYDE T-shirts—Beck’s clothing line, fabric’s soft as hell—but nothing else.
Just a T-shirt hanging down to her upper thighs.
Hiding that sweet pussy that I devoured last night like a starving man.
Been ten years.
I probably am starving. And I have fucked myself over much harder than my dick will ever be.
My intruder turns her smirk to Sloane. “He wishes,” she says dryly.
Sloane’s copper hair is a swirly mass of chaos and her eyes have thick bags beneath them. She’s gripping the lamp from beside my bed, holding it like a bat.
And then I jerk my thumb toward the intruder. “Levi sent security. This is Giselle. She’ll follow you to work and hang out keeping an eye on things for a few days. You saidthe map is a liea minute ago. What were you dreaming about?”
She blinks at me, then winces.
Dammit.
Nogood morning, beautiful, hope you slept well.
And we’ve both noticed.
Welcome to awkward land.
I fucking hate awkward, and I don’t do awkward.
Until today.
“If I was dreaming, I don’t remember it.” She slides a gaze back to Giselle, lamp still clutched like a weapon in her hand. “Why does she look scary?”
“Because she is. But she’s on your side.”
“How do I know that?”
Giselle helps herself to one of the three mugs in my camper cabinets. “First cup black, second two cups cut with almond milk and one of those stevia packets, but it has to be organic since those are the ones without any artificial sweeteners added.”
“That’s not creepier than anything else that’s happened in the past few days,” Sloane mutters, and I can’t tell if she’s being sarcastic or not, but it makes me want to smile.
“I work for people who have people who do research so that we, as security, can be as seamless of an addition to their lives as possible,” Giselle replies. “I can tell you how half of the pop stars in the industry took their coffee three years ago.”
Sloane creeps behind me, still watching Giselle. “You work for Levi Wilson.”
“Yes.”
“You’re familiar. But why am I picturing you in my head next to Waverly? And not like, in a wedding dress last weekend. Something longer ago.”
“Levi and Waverly are friends.”
“Giselle was called in when Waverly ditched her own security detail to come see Cooper when they were first dating,” I tell her. “She came out here to Shipwreck with them.”
Sloane blinks at me. “That was a long time ago. Do you have one of those brains that are magic with details and recall?”
“No.” Mostly. “Was at the top of my head because a few people mentioned it at the wedding. Locals. Excited to see Cooper get married to a woman who ditched her security detail for him.”
“Oh.” She glances at Giselle again. “Okay. Okay. I think this will be okay. I mean, clearlynotokay, but as okayish as okay can be in the given circumstances.”
