He scowled. “You won’t. It’s dangerous.”
Scrambling internally, I slid my hand up my chest and toyed with the necklace hanging around my throat. “I might be wearing a dress, but I’m still a Company man.” I backed away, and Legend swiped at me with his good hand. I danced out of reach, and he snatched me with the injured one, hissing. I did the dirtiest thing I probably could’ve and poked his sting so he would let go, then wanted to fling myself on the floor at his feet when he growled and snatched his hand back. The look of betrayal that flashed across his face made me sick to my stomach.
I wanted to tell him I was sorry and beg for forgiveness.
Instead, I bolted for the door.
“Damn it, Finn!”
Rather than tell anyone I was leaving, I headed directly for the front. Legend didn’t come after me, and my heart thumped in my ears as I made it outside. I ran a hand down my pretty dress and cringed. What would I do about my clothing? My stomach flipped.
What would I do aboutLegend?
The car we’d arrived in was still waiting in the driveway, and inspiration struck as I waved at the driver lounging against a nearby fence with his phone in his hand. I glanced at the front door, half expecting it to fly open any second. The driver rushed over to me.
“Can I help you?” He flashed a smile that was just a little too bright.
“Yeah, can I borrow your suit?” I glanced up at him, and he stared down at me.
A confused frown crept across his face. “What? I’m wearing it.”
My panic grew stronger as the seconds ticked by. Soon the Ryan twins would be here, and I couldn’t be dressed like this when they arrived. “Do you remember what Legend did to the last guy?” I hissed.
The driver’s eyes widened until he looked like he’d seen a ghost, and I opened the door to get into the back of the car before I pulled the dress up over my head. A suit jacket flopped over the open door, then a purple short-sleeved dress shirt, and I stole it, sighing when I realized just how big the thing was when I slipped it on. I was usually a small, and I was swimming in the shirt, but when the pants flopped over the door, I gritted my teeth and snagged them.
Two minutes later I was standing outside dressed—although, I didn’t have shoes to change into—and fighting with the belt because even though I had it down to the very last hole, it was big on me. The driver sat behind the steering wheel in his boxers glaring at me, and I gave him a sheepish wave.
“Thanks.”
He grunted but didn’t say a word.
A black SUV like the kind we usually drove around in at home came toward the house, and I gasped because it was on the correct side of the roadif we were at home, but the wrong sidehere. Whoever was driving must have realized their mistake, too, and jerked into the other lane, but then they turned the SUV into the driveway.
The passenger-side window lowered and one of the Ryans stuck his head out. His long dark hair gleamed in the last of the sunset that was still illuminating the top of the hill. The lights around the house all blinked on, as if maybe they were on a timer, and we glanced in that direction. He gave me a wide grin. Maybe this was Cove because he was always friendlier.
“What is going on with your face?” he asked, eyebrows shooting toward his hairline.
With a frown, I touched my lips. Shit, I’d forgotten about my makeup.
“And suit?” Cary called as he leaned forward to see me. “What is that?”
I got into the back seat and bent down to roll up the hem on the suit pants. Thankfully, it seemed like the fabric might stay. The car jolted, and we were on the road again in nearly no time. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it. I’m here to help.”
Cove turned around to look at me over the seat. “Is that what the Australian boss is into? Makeup?”
“Glad he didn’t pick me. I mean, I don’t like cock,” Cary said, and his brother turned to raise his eyebrows at him. “But that’s beside the point, I guess.”
Shrugging, I considered lying, but I was sick of it, and after the way Diedre and Cyclone had barely batted an eye, I sat up and grinned, leaning forward to rest my elbows on the back of their seats. “He picked mebecauseI like to wear makeup. He thinks I’m beautiful.”
“Oh,” Cove said, and my mouth fell open. He didn’t sound shocked or much like he cared.
“Oh? That’s it?”
Cary shrugged. “Whatever does it for you, man. It isn’t hurting me.”
Relaxing against my seat, I sighed while staring out the window. “Someone will care.”
Cary honked the horn and scared me, and when I leaned forward to glare at him, he laughed. “Sure, but who gives a shit? You’re still a good lookout.”
