It’s not fair to him – or me.
“Eve, who the hell is this?”
I look around Wylder’s massive frame to see Roman standing in the doorway of my shed, arms crossed and eyes narrowed at Wyld’s back.
Wylder spins around, pushing me back behind him in a protective move that’s no doubt second nature to him from his time in the military. “Better question is, who the hell are you?”
I peak around Wylder, again, to see Roman taking a step forward. “I’m Roman, I’m staying with Eve. Still doesn’t answer who the hell you are.”
I can practically feel Wylder’s body vibrating with tension in front of me. “I’m Wylder, I’m Evie’s next-door neighbor.”
Roman’s head tilts to the side, “Being her next-door neighbor means you can have your arms wrapped around her like that?”
I shoot out from around Wyld and slide between the two men obviously trying to show dominance inmyshe-shed when I could no doubt have them both on their knees in two seconds flat.
“Enough! Roman, this is Wylder. He’s my neighbor and we’re very good friends. Wylder, this is Roman. He’s my client for a case I’m working on. He has to stay with me per one egomaniacal judge’s orders.”
Roman shoots me a look before smirking to Wylder, “Way to downplay the fact that you sucked the gum off my tongue last night, princess.”
My eyes widen and I shove Roman in the chest. “Roman!”
Wylder and I may not be together, but I know how he feels about me, and I don’t want to purposefully hurt him.
“Good for you. It’s my cock she’ll be sucking the cum off of tonight, so have fun listening in on that while you rut into your pillow like a mutt left out in the cold.”
My face turns red and my thighs clench together at the instant image that puts into my mind, and the image of immediate jealousy that crosses Roman’s face when Wylder finishes his sentence. I don’t correct him, though, because we both know he’s staying over. He’s been gone for three days, and Abel’s gone to camp. Usually when we have the house to ourselves that means we can get a little…kinkier than normal. We love those days.
Wylder looks down at me, grabbing my hand and pulling me closer. “Why does he have to stay with you? You’re adefense attorney,Evie. What’s he accused of?”
I nibble on my bottom lip, my eyes looking anywhere but at Wylder. I know he isn’t going to like the answer.
He decides to stop waiting for me to answer him and asks Roman. “What is it? What are you accused of doing, huh,Roman?”
Roman doesn’t miss a beat. “Mass murder.”
I hear Wylder’s inhale, and he squeezes my hand tightly in his. “The judge is making him stay with you? Does he want you to be killed, too?”
“Hey! I didn’t do it!”
“That’s what they all say!” Wyld snaps his reply at Roman before turning back to me, “I’m staying with you until he leaves. What if Abel gets back before the trial? What are you going to do then?”
I shrug. “Abel’s gone on his Scout retreat for twoweeks. That should be plenty of time for things to…die down.”
I see Roman waving his hands out the corner of my eye, “Wait, wait, wait. Who the hell is Abel?”
I sigh, shooting a dead look up at Wylder before looking back at Roman. “Abel’s my son. He has the room at the other end of the hall, the one I told you not to fuck with, and he’s gone for the next two weeks, or I wouldn’t have allowed you into my house.”
Roman’s eyes go wide, and he takes a step back, a step that looks like it was completely involuntary. “How old is your son, Eve?”
I squish my face up in confusion. “Um…nine – nine and a half if you ask him - why?”
Roman is quiet for a moment, his eyes fluttering as if he was thinking about something really hard. He doesn’t answer me, though. His eyes dull and his face flattens into something completely unreadable. “I don’t feel well, I’m going to go lay down.”
He turns and practically runs inside, leaving both me and Wylder to stare after him.
“Just bring your stuff up to my room, Wyld. I have a feeling it’s going to be a long two weeks. And good job, you did well.”
He snorts as he follows me in, “Not my first rodeo, Evie.”
