statement with a jerk of his head.
“Thank you.”
Reeve headed for the front door and knocked. Soon, he found himself face to face with Jayde. Her large brown eyes widened a bit before she gave him a smile and waved him into the open living room.
“She’ll be back in a few. Can I get you anything to drink? Tea? Water? Coke?”
“Coke would be wonderful, thank you.” He wiped his hands down his slacks and loosened another button on his long-sleeve silk shirt.
“No problem.” She slipped away.
Movement pulled his attention from Jayde’s retreating form to Affrica’s approaching one. She drew a sharp breath the moment she spied him and hesitated before she entered and sat on the white sofa.
“Mr. Leighton,” she said, tucking her legs under her. “What brings you out this way?”
Her lilt flowed over him, soothing wayward nerves. He approached and sat catty-corner to her in a chocolate brown leather chair.
“Are you okay?” he asked as Jayde returned, only to set his drink down then vanish again.
“Some reason you feel I shouldna be fine?”
He trailed his gaze over her, taking note of the bandages on each arm. In fact, there were two on her left.
“Don’t play games with me. Are you okay?”
She sighed and leaned back against the sofa. “Aye, I am. Not something I’d care to do again. Thank you for your concern.”
“What happened?”
He wanted her to share with him. More than that, he wanted to gather her close and hold her. Take her to his place and tend to her. Shit! What the hell was going on with him?
“I went with someone to take some photos and it didn’t turn out well.”
Taking a drink of his Coke, he moved to sit beside her. Immediately, he noticed her stiffen. “I’m a pretty good listener.”
Her bark of laughter had no humor in it. “Since when?”
He bristled. “I’m not a total ass, you know.”
“Look. I dinna know your game here, but I’ve not forgotten our last meeting.”
Leaning closer to her, he breathed in deep her scent and closed his eyes in pleasure. “Me either, sweetcheeks. And I meant what I said about having a repeat of that kiss.”
He wasn’t sure what he expected but it wasn’t her soft laugh. “You Leighton boys recall what you want to.”
“Get what we want, too,” he purred in her ear.
The clearing of a throat had him straightening and swallowing hard. Tyson stood there, beer in one hand and warning fire in his eyes.
Christ. And to think I used to believe him as one of the more easygoing guys on the team.
“Everything okay?” Tyson asked, setting a bottle and a glass of water down near Affrica. “Take your pills.”
Reeve shifted away from her, not much, but a slight bit. “We’re fine.”
Another dismissive glance from Tyson. It was weird. Reeve had never felt uneasy around the man before, yet now, he did.
“Okay. Yell if you need anything. We’re going to Scott’s in two hours.” Tyson retreated from the room, beer in hand.
“I’ve ne’er seen him so prickly. Do the two o’ ya nae get along?”
He brushed away her question, not wanting to talk about himself. “Tell me what happened.”
“I did. I ran into a bit o’ trouble, found mahself in a pickle and was rescued.”
He narrowed his eyes at the image of someone else saving her. Get a grip and grow up, man, his brain admonished. She’s safe, and that’s the important thing.
“Who got you?”
A soft and wistful smile turned up the corners of her mouth. “Your brother, Osten, Ross, and Tyson.”
She closed her eyes and leaned back. Reeve stared at her, memorizing every curve, the slight flare of her nose, how thick and curly her lashes were. He dug his fingers into his palm to keep from reaching out to her. This wasn’t the time or place to jump her. The rod in his pants informed him it was all for the jumping. All for it.
“How come your brother didn’t go get you?”
Her entire body stiffened before her lids slowly lifted, exposing her concerned
“Thank you.”
Reeve headed for the front door and knocked. Soon, he found himself face to face with Jayde. Her large brown eyes widened a bit before she gave him a smile and waved him into the open living room.
“She’ll be back in a few. Can I get you anything to drink? Tea? Water? Coke?”
“Coke would be wonderful, thank you.” He wiped his hands down his slacks and loosened another button on his long-sleeve silk shirt.
“No problem.” She slipped away.
Movement pulled his attention from Jayde’s retreating form to Affrica’s approaching one. She drew a sharp breath the moment she spied him and hesitated before she entered and sat on the white sofa.
“Mr. Leighton,” she said, tucking her legs under her. “What brings you out this way?”
Her lilt flowed over him, soothing wayward nerves. He approached and sat catty-corner to her in a chocolate brown leather chair.
“Are you okay?” he asked as Jayde returned, only to set his drink down then vanish again.
“Some reason you feel I shouldna be fine?”
He trailed his gaze over her, taking note of the bandages on each arm. In fact, there were two on her left.
“Don’t play games with me. Are you okay?”
She sighed and leaned back against the sofa. “Aye, I am. Not something I’d care to do again. Thank you for your concern.”
“What happened?”
He wanted her to share with him. More than that, he wanted to gather her close and hold her. Take her to his place and tend to her. Shit! What the hell was going on with him?
“I went with someone to take some photos and it didn’t turn out well.”
Taking a drink of his Coke, he moved to sit beside her. Immediately, he noticed her stiffen. “I’m a pretty good listener.”
Her bark of laughter had no humor in it. “Since when?”
He bristled. “I’m not a total ass, you know.”
“Look. I dinna know your game here, but I’ve not forgotten our last meeting.”
Leaning closer to her, he breathed in deep her scent and closed his eyes in pleasure. “Me either, sweetcheeks. And I meant what I said about having a repeat of that kiss.”
He wasn’t sure what he expected but it wasn’t her soft laugh. “You Leighton boys recall what you want to.”
“Get what we want, too,” he purred in her ear.
The clearing of a throat had him straightening and swallowing hard. Tyson stood there, beer in one hand and warning fire in his eyes.
Christ. And to think I used to believe him as one of the more easygoing guys on the team.
“Everything okay?” Tyson asked, setting a bottle and a glass of water down near Affrica. “Take your pills.”
Reeve shifted away from her, not much, but a slight bit. “We’re fine.”
Another dismissive glance from Tyson. It was weird. Reeve had never felt uneasy around the man before, yet now, he did.
“Okay. Yell if you need anything. We’re going to Scott’s in two hours.” Tyson retreated from the room, beer in hand.
“I’ve ne’er seen him so prickly. Do the two o’ ya nae get along?”
He brushed away her question, not wanting to talk about himself. “Tell me what happened.”
“I did. I ran into a bit o’ trouble, found mahself in a pickle and was rescued.”
He narrowed his eyes at the image of someone else saving her. Get a grip and grow up, man, his brain admonished. She’s safe, and that’s the important thing.
“Who got you?”
A soft and wistful smile turned up the corners of her mouth. “Your brother, Osten, Ross, and Tyson.”
She closed her eyes and leaned back. Reeve stared at her, memorizing every curve, the slight flare of her nose, how thick and curly her lashes were. He dug his fingers into his palm to keep from reaching out to her. This wasn’t the time or place to jump her. The rod in his pants informed him it was all for the jumping. All for it.
“How come your brother didn’t go get you?”
Her entire body stiffened before her lids slowly lifted, exposing her concerned
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