“Okay.” Bobbie needed to get back to work as well. “I’ll call you tonight, after I get home. It’ll probably be late.”
“It’s never too late to hear your voice,” he replied earnestly.
And that was one more reason to adore Buck. He was always so…accommodating.
“Bye, Buck.”
“Bye, my love,” he returned without a second’s hesitation before hanging up.
Yeah.He was something else.
The day flew by,and once Bobbie was home, she fed herself a fast meal, showered, then hit the mattress to rest her weary bones and tired feet for the following day.
The conversation she and Buck subsequently had—with both of them snuggled in their respective beds was…inadequate. Despite their teasing and dirty talk, Bobbie wasn’t satisfied. She wanted his warm body next to hers.
Even more disappointing, the savvy man seemed to sense how tired she was and cut their flirting short; once again saying he loved her before hanging up.
She felt…lonely, not for the first time in her life, that was for sure. But this time she had the power to do something about it.
Reyghan must have sensed Bobbie’s blue mood, because for the first time ever, the little dog jumped onto the bed and cuddled up beside her.
Bobbie sighed, wrapping one arm around the pup.
It would have to do.
For now.
CHAPTER 28
Shit,shit, shit.
What the hell was she going to do?
The last thing Bobbie expected to find this early on a Monday morning as she walked up to her boat with Reyghan on her heels, were her two brothers prowling the deck of her boat.
What the hell were they doing here?
Sure, Drew had called her the previous evening and ordered her to pack in more supplies because Monsieur Provard’s party this week was going to be twice as large as usual, but she hadn’t expected him to…what…check up on her?
She’d simply taken him at his word, and had not only packed up more goods as he’d ordered, she’d also—in the dark last night—retrieved her boat from its mooring and left it at the marina’s pier for easier loading.
Of course, once she’d hung up from Drew, she’d also immediately called Buck about the purported, additional guests.
He’d absorbed the new intel with interest, then telling Bobbie he’d get back to her—which he had shortly thereafter—he informed her that via an active calling chain, he’d forwarded the information to all the authorities who’d become involved.
Buck also let her know that the Canadian faction in particular had been downright giddy over the news; excited that Provard might have larger than normal stashes of whatever illicit substances he illegally dealt in, on hand. They hoped they might get a lot of bang for their buck with their raid later today.
But that raid might now be in jeopardy.
What the hell were her brothers doing on theSmall Dream? She hoped it was a quick visit, and they’d soon be gone.
Lugging her first box slowly toward her boat, she put it down with a thud and addressed the disheveled looking pair. “You two are up awfully early,” she clipped.
Bobbie tried to act as cold with them as was normal for her, so as not to let the pair see how nervous she was over their unexpected presence.
Drew gave an ugly grin. “Because Provard asked for more beer than normal,” he said, which didn’t explain anything until he added, “and because you almost fucked things up last time, we decided to make this larger delivery ourselves to be certain that everything goes smoothly.”
Bobbie’s pulse pounded in her head, and she had a hard time not letting her rising panic show.
