"Me too.”
But neither of us moves.
"Stay out of my way while at work," I tell her.
"Gladly. Try not to get injured. I'd hate to have to touch you."
Images flash through my mind, her hands on my skin, my mouth on hers, the sounds she made. I'm getting hard, right here, at a party full of my teammates.
"Won't be a problem. I'm in peak physical condition."
"I know," she mumbles. But I don't think she was supposed to have said that out loud as her cheeks burn withembarrassment. "Good. Because I plan to do my job and nothing else."
"Wouldn't expect anything less," I bite back.
"Perfect." She moves to leave, but her shoulder brushes mine as she passes.
The contact shoots straight to my dick. Lord, help me. "Joelle," I call out to her.
She stops. "What?"
"For what it's worth ..." I pause. "London was the best night I've had in years."
She tenses. "Don't."
"Don't what?"
She doesn’t answer and walks away. I watch her go. Watch her join Collette and the other women. Watch her laugh at something Harper says.
"Cap!" Sully appears. "You good?"
"I'm fine."
"You and Pierre's sister talked for a while. And now you're staring at her like you either want to kill her or fuck her.”
“Sully!”
"You are, luckily, Pierre is distracted by his woman. Otherwise, if he caught you lusting after his sister, you'd be toast."
"I wasn't. She's fucking annoying if I'm being honest."
Sully raises his brows at me. "What the hell, bro?"
I shake my head. "Well, she is."
Sully looks at me like I've lost my mind. Then his eyes narrow. "She's hot."
"What the fuck? You're the one who's toast if they hear you talk like that," I warn him.
"What? You can't tell me you don't think the St. Pierre sisters aren't cute?"
"They are off-limits," I warn him.
"No shit. But I have eyes."
"You're treading on thin ice."
"And you're avoiding the question," he pushes.
