have very big bugs here, and gaping like that will only beg for
one to come and fly right in. Man up, buddy, I won’t hurt you,” she promised
cheerfully.
His mouth snapped shut, and he
glared at her.
“Well, looks like you two should
be just fine,” Jason said with a grin. “We’ll be back as soon as we can. Of
course, it all depends on the ferry. Be good. Sophia, try not to tease him too
badly. James, no tying her up.” His chuckle had a distinctly evil sound to it
as he hustled Vivian toward the door.
“Wait! You can’t just leave me
here with her!” James protested.
“Sure we can. Watch us,” Jason
called as he practically pushed her sister out the door. He was looking really
pleased with something. “Don’t do anything we wouldn’t do,” he advised and shut
the door on them. James was standing there with his mouth hanging open again.
Sophia laughed and shook her
head. She was on her toes, reaching up and pushing the large man’s jaw closed
before she turned to walk away from him and back to her painting, humming and
laughing softly as she did.
* * * *
They’d managed to catch the next
ferry off the island and according the schedule, if they were quick, they could
get the last one back that evening. Jason was of a mind to leave James and
Sophia there for the night, alone, but Vivian was a little less happy about
that plan. She liked James, but Sophia was her sister.
“Quit worrying, Vivian. We’ll
get to the hotel, get my stuff and James’s, and then head to your place to get
a bag. We’ll be back in plenty of time for the last ferry. I was only teasing
you, sweetheart.”
“And you’re sure that he’ll keep
her safe? Whoever broke in might still be on the island. Are you sure he can
handle three men? I mean, he’s just one person. You should have stayed, and I
could have come back to get our things.” Vivian was worried sick about Sophia
and, grudgingly, James, as well. “And James won’t have a woman to warm him for
the next couple of hours. Are you sure he’ll be able to handle this?”
“It’s fine,” Jason said in a
soothing tone. “He can turn all that unused sexual energy into keeping your
sister safe. If things get too hot, he’ll get her out of there and hide. He
won’t let any harm come to her, sweetheart. I promise you. They will be
absolutely fine. We should find him a two-four of Jack, though. Pacify him when
we do return with some liquor he loves.”
“What’s a two-four?” Vivian
wasn’t a drinker and had no clue what liquor came bottled as. “And yes, we
should do something to make sure he knows how much we appreciate him keeping
Fia safe. The look on his face, though.” She giggled. “The poor man had his
mouth hanging open when we left. I think he might need more than just a little
booze to appease him.”
“It’s a reference to a bottle
size,” he explained. “And he did seem a little upset and surprised. We’ll stop
at a bakery, too. He loves his sweets.”
“Sounds good. Oh, hopefully Fia
will make him her special Baked Alaska. It’s really a mish-mash of flavors.
Beyond yummy for those that have a sweet tooth.”
“You should call and suggest
it.” Jason pulled his phone from a pocket and handed it over. “His number’s in
my directory. No password.”
She took the cell and pulled up
James. “Hey, can I talk to Fia, please?” she asked when he answered with a
curse. “And that’s my baby sister there with you. She’s not the devil
incarnate.” She shook her head at Jason. “He called her a demon-spawn. I think
that your friend is twisted.”
Jason chuckled and shrugged.
“I’d never claim he wasn’t. He’s just pissy because we left him there. Is he
giving the phone to your sister, at least?”
They were almost to the hotel,
she realized, recognizing some of the area. “Yes, he’s grumbling, but I hear
him talking to her.” Vivian snorted. “Sophia Lynn Duffy, I cannot believe that
you just said that to the poor man.
one to come and fly right in. Man up, buddy, I won’t hurt you,” she promised
cheerfully.
His mouth snapped shut, and he
glared at her.
“Well, looks like you two should
be just fine,” Jason said with a grin. “We’ll be back as soon as we can. Of
course, it all depends on the ferry. Be good. Sophia, try not to tease him too
badly. James, no tying her up.” His chuckle had a distinctly evil sound to it
as he hustled Vivian toward the door.
“Wait! You can’t just leave me
here with her!” James protested.
“Sure we can. Watch us,” Jason
called as he practically pushed her sister out the door. He was looking really
pleased with something. “Don’t do anything we wouldn’t do,” he advised and shut
the door on them. James was standing there with his mouth hanging open again.
Sophia laughed and shook her
head. She was on her toes, reaching up and pushing the large man’s jaw closed
before she turned to walk away from him and back to her painting, humming and
laughing softly as she did.
* * * *
They’d managed to catch the next
ferry off the island and according the schedule, if they were quick, they could
get the last one back that evening. Jason was of a mind to leave James and
Sophia there for the night, alone, but Vivian was a little less happy about
that plan. She liked James, but Sophia was her sister.
“Quit worrying, Vivian. We’ll
get to the hotel, get my stuff and James’s, and then head to your place to get
a bag. We’ll be back in plenty of time for the last ferry. I was only teasing
you, sweetheart.”
“And you’re sure that he’ll keep
her safe? Whoever broke in might still be on the island. Are you sure he can
handle three men? I mean, he’s just one person. You should have stayed, and I
could have come back to get our things.” Vivian was worried sick about Sophia
and, grudgingly, James, as well. “And James won’t have a woman to warm him for
the next couple of hours. Are you sure he’ll be able to handle this?”
“It’s fine,” Jason said in a
soothing tone. “He can turn all that unused sexual energy into keeping your
sister safe. If things get too hot, he’ll get her out of there and hide. He
won’t let any harm come to her, sweetheart. I promise you. They will be
absolutely fine. We should find him a two-four of Jack, though. Pacify him when
we do return with some liquor he loves.”
“What’s a two-four?” Vivian
wasn’t a drinker and had no clue what liquor came bottled as. “And yes, we
should do something to make sure he knows how much we appreciate him keeping
Fia safe. The look on his face, though.” She giggled. “The poor man had his
mouth hanging open when we left. I think he might need more than just a little
booze to appease him.”
“It’s a reference to a bottle
size,” he explained. “And he did seem a little upset and surprised. We’ll stop
at a bakery, too. He loves his sweets.”
“Sounds good. Oh, hopefully Fia
will make him her special Baked Alaska. It’s really a mish-mash of flavors.
Beyond yummy for those that have a sweet tooth.”
“You should call and suggest
it.” Jason pulled his phone from a pocket and handed it over. “His number’s in
my directory. No password.”
She took the cell and pulled up
James. “Hey, can I talk to Fia, please?” she asked when he answered with a
curse. “And that’s my baby sister there with you. She’s not the devil
incarnate.” She shook her head at Jason. “He called her a demon-spawn. I think
that your friend is twisted.”
Jason chuckled and shrugged.
“I’d never claim he wasn’t. He’s just pissy because we left him there. Is he
giving the phone to your sister, at least?”
They were almost to the hotel,
she realized, recognizing some of the area. “Yes, he’s grumbling, but I hear
him talking to her.” Vivian snorted. “Sophia Lynn Duffy, I cannot believe that
you just said that to the poor man.
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