“Yeah, Livvy is brilliant. Mind if we turn on the radio?”
Major wondered at Craig’s abrupt tone. Maybe he was protective of his family? “Sure. Choose whatever you like.” The drive was less than an hour, so Major could handle whatever the actor picked. Surprisingly, Craig chose hip-hop, but that was better than country.
When they were almost to the rental, the entertainment screen lit up with an incoming text, so he pressed Tabitha’s name, and the electronic device read the message. She was asking if they wanted to add to the lunch order being placed at a local barbeque restaurant. Instead of responding, he hit the call button.
“Well, hello, Mr. Lazlo.” Her voice was husky, and his dick twitched.
“Hello, Miss Stone. I have you on speaker. You didn’t have to wait on us to eat. We could have grabbedsomething on the way.”
“Trista slept in and had a late breakfast.”
“Can you tell us our choices? I figured this was easier than texting since I’m driving.”
“Oh, shoot. Yes.” Tabitha rattled off the various items on the menu. Craig huffed but told her what he wanted. Major added his selection. “We’re about five minutes out. Do you want me to stop and pick the order up?”
“I appreciate the offer, but the restaurant is in the opposite direction.”
“I don’t mind. That’ll keep you or Perry from having to go out.”
“Maybe I mind,” Craig muttered, but having shifter hearing, both Major and Tabitha heard him.
“I’ll have it delivered. They can drop it off at the guard shack, so no one will be put out. See you soon.”
“Sounds good.” Major disconnected. Already disgruntled with the man sitting beside him, his impression went down another notch.
“If they’re ordering food, that means no one can cook. I hope Perry called Florence to join us early. I doubt some Podunk town like Stone Mountain is going to have many food options.”
“Who’s Florence?”
“Trista calls her a nutritionist, but that’s just a gloried title for cook.”
Major wondered if Trista was as pretentious as her co-star. He didn’t mention that he could cook well enough to feed them all because he was there as a bodyguard. Tabitha could too. During the weekend they spent together, they had fun in the kitchen both with food and on the counter in sexy ways. Their chemistrywas undeniable both in the bedroom and out. The sexy female was a badass who could recite Shakespeare as well as find top dead center on a Harley motor. That was something Major couldn’t do. He left all the mechanical work to Kayden. Spending time sequestered in the house was going to take all his resolve not to get her alone and naked.
When he pulled into the neighborhood where the rental was located, Major stopped at the guard shack. A fit, middle-aged man stepped out as Major rolled down his window. He removed his wallet from the center console and presented his driver’s license to the guard. “Good afternoon. We’re renting 279 Shell Circle.”
The man studied the license, then Major’s face before handing it back. “Welcome, Mr. Lazlo. Miss Stone advised me of your arrival. She also explained why you’re here instead of the hotel. I assured her I will be diligent in who has access within the gates while you’re here.”
“Thank you…?”
“Fred. Fred Dunst. If you need anything at all, don’t hesitate to ring me. There are three of us who guard the gate, and I will inform my two coworkers of the new rules.”
“I appreciate that, Fred. Have a good day.”
“And you as well.” Fred stepped back into the guard shack and pressed the button to open the barrier.
Major drove through toward the back of the neighborhood. When he arrived at the correct address, he pulled into the driveway and stopped to enter the code to get into the property. He was thankful for another gate separating the driveway from the street. Since he didn’t have a garage door opener, Major parkedin front of the four-car structure and shut off the engine. Craig was out of the vehicle before Major could remove his seatbelt. Major pushed the button for the back hatch and met Craig there. After the actor retrieved his bags, Major grabbed his own duffel and suit bag, and they walked down the paved walkway to a side door. When he found it locked, Major knocked on the glass.
Tabitha appeared a few seconds later to let them in, her smile missing. “Come in.” Once inside, he let Craig go first so he could take in his gorgeous female. Technically, she wasn’t his, but he hoped she would be. Then again, Gargoyles had fated mates, and she hadn’t said anything about it during their weekend. Major prayed to Zeus she wasn’t biding her time with him until she found hers.
Tabitha ran a hand down his arm briefly before following Craig. Another man was waiting in the kitchen, and Tabitha introduced him. “Perry Collins, Major Lazlo.”
Perry inclined his head. “Pleasure.” Turning to Craig who had removed his mask, he said, “Trista chose the master suite on the second floor so that you could have the one downstairs. I’ll show you where it is.”
Major didn’t follow. He couldn’t when faced with the female standing so close. Tabitha Stone was competence laced with predatorial grace mixed with sex appeal for days. He was enthralled. “Hi.”
Tabitha was decked out in cargo pants and a long-sleeved tee which molded to her body instead of her usual runway-ready clothes. Her boots were similar to his own moto boots packed in his bag. “Hi, yourself. I’m on the second floor with Trista. There’s a room next to Craig’s for you.” Tabitha didn’t move to show himwhere it was, which was probably for the better. If she went with him, he’d be sorely tempted to close the door and kiss the pale lipstick off her face.
“Thanks. I’ll put my bags in there, then you can show me around since you’ve already located the weak spots?”
