“Pfft.” He’s kicking his boots up, I can tell. “She’s his goddaughter, and he’s a possessive fucker. Like all of us.”
“You’re notthatpossessive.” I know he gets the reference to his wife, Delphine. How he let her teach me, rather than make a fool of myself in front of my brothers.
“What can I say?” Grant chuckles. “I’m a sucker for our baby lion. Had to make sure your cock cherry was properly popped.”
“You’re a lucky man. Delphine truly loves you because you know she was just being nice to me.”
Our mom rescued Delphine from a Parisian brothel, catering to politicians. Seems Delphine had become more valuable dead, killing the secrets she kept for powerful men, than alive as a talented blonde courtesan. So Mom brought her here to keep her safe, and Grant learned French to keep Delphine company.
They’ve been in love ever since.
“Niceto you?” Grant huffs a laugh, “Brother, don’t insult my beautiful wife. Everything she taught you was more thannice. I just hope you’re putting your skills to good use.”
I am.
With over a million followers.
Just not with the one woman I want.
Speaking of…
Alena appears, wedging her cabin door open with her boot while balancing a tray in her hands. Looks like she’s carrying raw steaks on a plate.
“Alright. Gotta go.” I end our call, swinging my truck door open.
“Hey!” she calls out. “How was your shift?” Lifting the lid to the community grill on the edge of the gravel, she makes my stomach growl.
“Quiet. Just checking trails.”
She nods. “Hungry? They were selling these T-bones in a two-pack, and I can’t eat both.”
My pits start sweating. “You sure?”
“Yeah.” She shrugs. “Kinda sucks eating alone. And I’ve always wanted a dinner date with Mutt Damon.”
I twirl my keys, aiming for my cabin door. “You aJason Bournefan?”
“Nah, I’m kinda partial toThe Martian.” She grins, making my chest do that weird thing I love. “He had me at soil samples.”
I laugh, opening the door as Mutt charges past me, almost knocking me down. He’s in love with Alena too.
“Come here!” I shout.
“I got him.” With his tail wagging, she squats, petting him. “Go change and give me ten minutes for these steaks.”
Ten minutes?
Babygirl, you’ve got a lifetime from me.
I disappear inside, my pit stains growing. Quickly, I strip down and let the shower heat up while I comb through my one-foot closet.
Is this a date? And how the fuck would I know? I’ve never been on one. So what do I wear?
On instinct, I grab my phone from the bed, calling the only woman I trust not to give me shit.
“Bonjour,” Delphine sings. “What is wrong?”
“Why does something have to be wrong?”
