“Ha! Right! And I’m the Queen of Fucking England.”
He points to his pocket. “In that pocket is a cell phone that connects to Saber Security headquarters. I can clear this up in about fifteen seconds if you let me pull out the phone.”
“Slowly,” I point with my gun.
He takes two fingers, reaches inside his pocket, and pulls out the phone. He presses the send button and puts the call on speaker.
“Ryker?”
Celia’s voice comes through loud and clear. I slump to the floor, my gun falling with a clunk beside me.
“Ryker Navarro! You better talk to me! Is Cat okay?”
“She’s been shot, and she’spissed,” I lean toward the phone. “So, I think we’re working on a sliding scale ofokay, you hussy!”
“Sugar Honey Iced Tea!”
I snort. Even in her darkest hour, my sister can’t bring herself to sayshit.
“You have a lot of ‘splaining to do, Ceel,” I grab the phone and take it off the speaker. “What the actual fuckety-fuck-fuck-cocksucker-goddamn-pissant-dickless-heartless-son-of-a-nanny-goat-FUCK were you thinking?”
“Harsh!” a male voice yells in my ear.
“Cheese and crackers. What the hell? Is the entire family there?” I yell back.
Silence greets me from the other end of the phone. I look at the screen. Yep. I am still connected. I put it back on speakerphone. “You have about point-five seconds to answer me before I put a cap in Ryker’s ass.”
“That’s a whole new brand of kinky,” I hear Rand chuckle. “Wysdom is right once again.”
“Rycat reigns,” my other brother-in-law, Flint, adds.
“Hush your mouths,” Tatiana adds. “Didn’t you just hear that woman? Y’all’s man Ryker is in deep shit.”
“Oh,” Celia laughs. “Right. Um. Please don’t shoot Ryker. I forced him into this. And maybe threatened his job.”
“He works for you?”
Ryker sits down ascasual as you fucking pleaseon the floor in front of me.
“Yep.”
“How long?” I narrow my eyes at him. “How long has he been working for you?”
“It was before I came on,” Celia murmurs something. “Big Lug says Ryker’s been working with Saber Security for more than a year.”
I hang up on them.
My arm is throbbing. My clothes are covered in blood. And I am pretty sure I smell to high heaven.
“I can’t even work up a good mad right now,” I point at Ryker’s stupid face. “Take me back to the guest house so I can clean up. Then, I’ll yell at you.”
The beginnings of a smile tug at the corner of his mouth.
“And I swear to all that is holy, if you so much as point one of those stupid sexy smiles at me, I will shoot you in your stupid sexy ass,” I grab my weapon and tuck it into my waistband.
Ryker pulls me off the floor with a nod.
Forget the floor is lava. His hands are lava, and it’s spreading everywhere. If I didn’t get a cold shower ASAP, I’d jump his bones before I bitch-slapped him for lying to me.
