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“Enough to know, this Susan Stoker woman just may be my favorite new author.”
“You read the whole book?” I studied the paperback and it was open to the middle. “Yeah.” “Then why is the book still open?” “Just skimming over it again.” Kyle cleared his throat and he sounded almost embarrassed. “You wouldn’t happen to be rereading the sex scenes, would you?” I teased, and my face heated at my question. I was grateful my head was still on his shoulder and I was looking at the book so he couldn’t see my face. “What? They’re hot.”
I blamed my current state on that damn book. After I relieved myself of my problem, I was drafting a strongly worded email to that Susan Stoker woman. She needed to include a warning label on the cover. Better yet, a fucking paragraph in the beginning about not reading in public or, most especially while sitting next to a beautiful woman who already has you tied in knots. Perhaps Susan should market her books to old geezers who couldn’t get erections. Fuck the little blue pill. She’d make bank and put big pharmas out of business.
“Just once. That’s all I ask. One time a mission to run smooth without one of men losing their ever-loving mind over a woman. Is that too much?” Zane exhaled loudly. “Declan, it’s your team, your operation, your call, the buck stops with you, friend. If you agree with lover-boy then Anaya tags along. If you don’t, lock Kyle down and put Hot Lips Houlihan on a plane.”
You might as well get comfortable with being uncomfortable.” “Not a SEAL, huh?” I smirked when he used a Navy SEAL motivational saying. “Never said I wasn’t.” Kyle chuckled. “But you never said you were.” “Didn’t think I needed to confirm what you already knew.” “No. You were just enjoying making me work for it.” Declan’s bark of laughter startled me and I turned to look at him.
I couldn’t help the smile that pulled at my lips. “Well, fuck me running,” Max muttered. “She has dimples. That explains a lot.” Zane chuckled and looked over at him just in time for a broad, panty-melting smile to grace his face that took him from menacing to hot. Two deep indentations had formed. “It’s always the dimples, brother,” he stated. “How do you think I hooked my wife?” “Not with your fun-loving, chipper disposition, that’s for sure,” Lincoln mumbled. “God knows your attitude leaves a lot to be desired.”
Though, part of why I didn’t want her to go with Emerson was because I didn’t want to be away from her. And not because I didn’t think she’d be safe in the building, because I simply wanted her by my side. I wanted her within touching distance.
“Darlin’, none of this will blow back on you. Monica’s been taken care of. That’s all you need to know. Now you go home, lean on your man, let him help you work this out. All the shit that’s fucking with your head, you give to him. You do not bottle it up. You do not keep it to yourself. You do not dwell. You give it all to Kyle and let him help you move on. That’s it. End of. There’s nothing else to worry about.”
“Oh, fuck, they’re talking, whole conversation with eyebrows and chin lifts. We’re fucked. Totally and completely,” Max muttered. “This is not something new,” Thad reminded him.
