and if it’s
easy to do then turn the burner off.”
I check,
hollering back to Aaron that they’re ready who relays the
information to Kam then I do as told, turning off the burner.
Grabbing another couple beers from the fridge, I head back to the
living room, handing Aaron one.
“You were
telling me about a guy named Matt,” Aaron reminds me.
I explain that
I think he’s in the same situation we are and that from what I know
so far, he seems trustworthy and I might be able to get him to help
me get us out of this bind. I inform him that I’m still working on
Craig but that Craig seems too sucked into everything with Kyle and
it might not be the way to go.
“What about
the niece?”
I let out a
breath. “I don’t think she’s involved.”
“But you can
still become friends then get her keys?”
“Yeah, maybe,”
I reply trying to convince myself I could do that if it came down
to that.
Kam comes back
in and kneels on the floor, strapping Isabelle into some kind of
baby chair then stands and carries it into the dining room placing
it on top of the table.
“You guys come
have a seat and keep an eye on Isabelle! Gimme two minutes!” she
calls as she goes into the kitchen.
I help Aaron
out of his chair and grab our beers before we go sit at the table.
When I’m seated, I notice the chair Isabelle’s in is vibrating.
I look at my
brother and raise an eyebrow. “Starting her kinda young, aren’t
you?”
He starts to
laugh but catches himself. “Shut the fuck up, man.” He takes
Isabelle’s hand. “Let’s hope Uncle Heath has lots and lots of
daughters so he can see how it feels, okay?” She coos something
back at him and he answers, “That’s right, baby girl.”
Lunch goes
great especially since Kam has made the ultimate dessert: a coconut
cream pie. Before I leave, she tries having me take the rest home,
but I insist on only taking one piece telling her I’m in training
which makes her wrinkle her brow. I put an arm across her shoulders
and hug her to me letting her know it’s okay. She smiles grimly up
at me telling me again she’s going to pay me back.
On the way
home, I fill up my Explorer then head back to the apartment
building getting there around five. I enter the lobby from the
garage and like I’ve got some fucking radar for her, my eyes
automatically go to Laney—still dressed in that fucking tight skirt
with the matching jacket and those fuck-me heels—in the elevator
who gives me a sexy smirk just as the doors close.
Christ.
I want to see
her and as I wait on the elevator, I’m pissed that as a builder I
know the reason there aren’t two elevators in the building which is
that the ratio is usually one lift to ninety apartments. Since this
building has eighteen floors with five apartments on sixteen of
them and two penthouse apartments on the top floor, it just comes
in under the need for two. When it finally returns, I get on with a
few other people, cursing under my breath when twice it stops at
different floors for them to get off.
Once on
seventeen, I decide to put the pie in my refrigerator then come
back down the hall to talk to Laney. I also change shirts since
Isabelle spit up a little on the one I was wearing. So after
throwing on a plain white tee, I head out the door and down the
hall. When I get halfway, Laney comes out of her apartment and not
seeing me at first, starts heading my way. She stops for a moment
when she spots me then she resumes her course coming straight for
me.
I have tunnel
vision as I stalk down the hallway, seeing nothing but her. And
fucking hell, it’s like there’s some kind of electricity flowing
between us as we’re pulled together like magnets.
When we’re
about a yard apart, we both stop for a moment staring at each
other, I notice her breasts heaving with each breath she takes,
which is just before I take a step into her and our bodies collide
in a tangle of limbs wrapping around each other. My lips come
crashing down on
easy to do then turn the burner off.”
I check,
hollering back to Aaron that they’re ready who relays the
information to Kam then I do as told, turning off the burner.
Grabbing another couple beers from the fridge, I head back to the
living room, handing Aaron one.
“You were
telling me about a guy named Matt,” Aaron reminds me.
I explain that
I think he’s in the same situation we are and that from what I know
so far, he seems trustworthy and I might be able to get him to help
me get us out of this bind. I inform him that I’m still working on
Craig but that Craig seems too sucked into everything with Kyle and
it might not be the way to go.
“What about
the niece?”
I let out a
breath. “I don’t think she’s involved.”
“But you can
still become friends then get her keys?”
“Yeah, maybe,”
I reply trying to convince myself I could do that if it came down
to that.
Kam comes back
in and kneels on the floor, strapping Isabelle into some kind of
baby chair then stands and carries it into the dining room placing
it on top of the table.
“You guys come
have a seat and keep an eye on Isabelle! Gimme two minutes!” she
calls as she goes into the kitchen.
I help Aaron
out of his chair and grab our beers before we go sit at the table.
When I’m seated, I notice the chair Isabelle’s in is vibrating.
I look at my
brother and raise an eyebrow. “Starting her kinda young, aren’t
you?”
He starts to
laugh but catches himself. “Shut the fuck up, man.” He takes
Isabelle’s hand. “Let’s hope Uncle Heath has lots and lots of
daughters so he can see how it feels, okay?” She coos something
back at him and he answers, “That’s right, baby girl.”
Lunch goes
great especially since Kam has made the ultimate dessert: a coconut
cream pie. Before I leave, she tries having me take the rest home,
but I insist on only taking one piece telling her I’m in training
which makes her wrinkle her brow. I put an arm across her shoulders
and hug her to me letting her know it’s okay. She smiles grimly up
at me telling me again she’s going to pay me back.
On the way
home, I fill up my Explorer then head back to the apartment
building getting there around five. I enter the lobby from the
garage and like I’ve got some fucking radar for her, my eyes
automatically go to Laney—still dressed in that fucking tight skirt
with the matching jacket and those fuck-me heels—in the elevator
who gives me a sexy smirk just as the doors close.
Christ.
I want to see
her and as I wait on the elevator, I’m pissed that as a builder I
know the reason there aren’t two elevators in the building which is
that the ratio is usually one lift to ninety apartments. Since this
building has eighteen floors with five apartments on sixteen of
them and two penthouse apartments on the top floor, it just comes
in under the need for two. When it finally returns, I get on with a
few other people, cursing under my breath when twice it stops at
different floors for them to get off.
Once on
seventeen, I decide to put the pie in my refrigerator then come
back down the hall to talk to Laney. I also change shirts since
Isabelle spit up a little on the one I was wearing. So after
throwing on a plain white tee, I head out the door and down the
hall. When I get halfway, Laney comes out of her apartment and not
seeing me at first, starts heading my way. She stops for a moment
when she spots me then she resumes her course coming straight for
me.
I have tunnel
vision as I stalk down the hallway, seeing nothing but her. And
fucking hell, it’s like there’s some kind of electricity flowing
between us as we’re pulled together like magnets.
When we’re
about a yard apart, we both stop for a moment staring at each
other, I notice her breasts heaving with each breath she takes,
which is just before I take a step into her and our bodies collide
in a tangle of limbs wrapping around each other. My lips come
crashing down on
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