“What else do you have for her?” I ask, my tone is all business now. “She needs clothes for her riding events.”
I expect an argument from River, but she shakes her head and grumbles about this whole thing being too expensive.
What she doesn’t know is that I’d buy her a new truck today. But that’s a bridge we’ll cross later. She’s not going anywhere alone right now.
It’s the worst time ever to get the notice of an incoming video call from…Caleb.
Okay, maybe not the worst time. Five minutes ago would have been even more fucked up.
“What’s up, brother?” I answer as I hold the phone up so he can see my face. “You’re up late.”
He shakes his head, dropping into a chair at a long folding table. “You know how it goes. Round the clock ops here. How’s River holding up?”
“Fine. Annoyed. Stubborn.”
In my head, I’m thinking, that she just got fucked dizzy. And now she’s wearing my come with handprints on her ass.
Jesus, I can’t believe what we just did.
“Sounds right.” Caleb says. “Thanks again for taking the job, she’s going to be a handful.”
He laughs, sounding tired, as he looks down at my shirt. “What in the world are you wearing?”
“You won’t believe it if I told you.”
River appears at my elbow, the warm scent of her skin assaulting my brain, making my cock throb in my briefs.
“Is that Caleb’s voice?” she asks.
I move the camera so both of us are in the frame, which is hard with our height differences.
“Hey baby sis. You doing alright today? Diesel treating you right?”
“No.”
My gaze whips to hers in the image on the screen. “No?”
“He’s bossy as hell, and he’s making me spend too much of your money.”
“Uh...” I interrupt. “Not exactly. You know this is part of the protective detail.”
River points to her dress, then my shirt which is hanging open, my bare, tattooed chest on display. “Matching outfits. We look like a real couple.”
Caleb chokes for a few seconds, trying to swallow. Finally he grumbles, “I see that. Diesel, I need a word with you.”
Shit. Caleb knows his sister is beautiful, single, and in a vulnerable position.
It will be a miracle if he doesn’t notice her handprints on my chest, or the sheen of sweat on my upper lip.
River looks at me, looks at the phone again. “Why are you two acting so weird? What’s going on?”
“Nothing, why don’t you finish up with the designer, I’ll just talk to Caleb for a minute.”
She’s still standing there when I walk away. Thankfully Dee Dee calls River’s name, because I need to talk to her brother, and this isn’t going to be pretty.
CHAPTER 18
Dread consumes my mind, distracting me while I try to finish up with Dee Dee. Diesel’s pacing the length of the building, cutting his eyes to me, over and over again as he continues the video call.
