“Just a second,” I said, holding a finger up and twirling away from him on my stool. It was a dumb move that almost sent me to the floor again. But I was a woman on a mission that I would need someone to know about.
Me
I’m about to take your stupid advice.
Stealth Brother
Which piece of stupid advice? I give out so much.
Me
That thing where if I want to get over someone, I should get under someone else?
Stealth Brother:
‘Bout damn time.
Also. Gross.
No deets.
Be safe.
Wrap it up.
I gagged, then turned off my phone before I could change my mind and shoved the now-silent piece of technology into my back pocket.
“You want to get out of here?” I asked Raff.
“Check!” He yelled to Dixon.
Chapter 2
Rowan Rafferty finds out American women are dangerous—to architecture
Kendra missedmy stumble as I clumsily eased off the barstool, struggling to keep up with her as she exited the front door. I had no idea where this woman was taking me, but my dick didn’t care. I hadn’t been naked with a woman in a personal capacity since before the surgery, and when Kendra asked if I wanted to go somewhere else, the answer was a resoundinghell, yes.
Did I care that she was hung up on that dense arsehole? Maybe.
Wait. No.Hell, no.
I expected her to call a cab, but she dragged me toward the back of the bar instead. The Squad Room stood next to the Flamingo Cove Marina and my home for the next however long. Kendra didn’t ask where I lived or where I wanted to go, so I assumed she had a place in mind.
“There.” She pointed to an outdoor stall.
I squinted in the darkness. “What’s there?” My hackles raised. I heard Flamingo Cove was chock-a-block full of crazy motherfuckers, but Kendra didn’t strike me as a woman who could star in aDatelineorSnappedepisode.
“There,” she reiterated. “The outdoor shower. Proximity and privacy.”
I blinked a few times in the dimly lit space. The word "shower" was generous for the spigot that stuck out of the weathered, salt-stained side of the marina building. The rough-hewn wood walls created an open-air maze without a door—a maze Kendra seemed familiar with as she led me inside the darkened stall. The scent of ocean air mixed with the sound of seagulls in the distance.
And like a blind idiot with a raging boner who laughed in the face of danger, I followed her into the shadows. I watched her pull off her shirt to reveal generous breasts spilling out of a utilitarian black sports bra. I’d seen curvy women in sexy lingerie on six continents, and yet, the sight of this woman in a black spandex bandage did something to me.
I wasn’t going to last very long.
Kendra’s blonde hair caught the light as she bent to slide her pants and underwear off her hips. My breath stuttered in my chest at her smooth skin. Was she tanned from living in Florida or some other reason? I had many questions but couldn’t think of a damn thing to say at the moment. I could only watch as she stood bared to me, waist-down.
I reached for her, but she pressed her hand on my chest.
