“We’ve been trying to call you out on it, and for some fucking reason, you haven’t been listening, so we were on the verge of doing something outrageous.” I went to respond, and Dominick cut me off with, “Fortunately, we won’t have to. It appears like you’re actually hearing us-and before you say anything, don’t act like you wouldn’t do the same for one of us.”
“Listen, I’m not saying things are going to change between Sydney and me.” I nced around the table, at each of their faces. “But I hear you. I’m listening. And I don’t necessarily disagree with the things you said.”
“You’ve been looking for reasons not to date her, and they’re all bullshit,” Den said. “It’s time to stop.”
“Not you too.” I put my hands in the air, surrendering. “All right, all right. I get it. Enough.”
“Do you?” Jenner challenged. “Because I sense you’re about to waste more time, and I’m not having it.”
Dominick pounded my shoulder. “Take it from someone who wasted plenty of time-it’s not worth it, my man.”
“Same,” Jenner agreed.
Brett pointed at his chest. “Guilty of it too.”
“Don’t look at me, fes,” Den boasted. “I’m single and proud of it.”
“That makes two of us,” Camden said.
My cousin was the ultimate bachelor who bragged about his one-night stands.
But Den was different.
Not that he wasn’t a yer; he certainly was.
But I had a feeling about him, so I nodded toward him and said, “You know that bastard is going to get married before any of us.”
“I’ll take that bet,” Dominick said. He pulled out his wallet and pped a hundred on the table.
“I’m in,” Jenner replied, matching his wager.
Brett and I added our money.
“It’s on,” I said.
“Fuck all of you,” Den said to us. “That pile of cash is going to be mine-I promise you that.”
Before anyone could say anything else, the waitress appeared at our table, her tray filled with two rounds of tequ shots.
“Now that Ford has his goddamn head on straight,” Den said, holding his shot ss in the air, “let’s get fucking drunk.”
“Thanks for staying outte tonight, Stan,” I said to my driver as he pulled up to the front gate of my property.
“Ford, you know it’s always my pleasure.”
The second the wrought iron gate swung open, a set of headlights immediately shone through the windshield of the SUV, blinding me in the backseat.
“Looks like someone else is here,” he said.
I held my hand above my eyes, like a visor, trying to see who was parked in my driveway, who had breached the security and managed to get through my gate without me knowing.
“It’s Sydney,” Stan added, as though he could read my thoughts. “A rideshare is dropping her off.”
After a bit of squinting, I saw exactly what he had described.
Sydney was shutting the backseat door, her purse wedged under her arm, tugging at the bottom of her dress to lengthen it.
A dress that was so fucking tight that I could see every curve of her body.
Every dip.
Every inch that my hands had once grazed.
Goddamn it.
“I’ll get out right here,” I told Stan, not needing him to pull all the way up to my front door. I climbed out of the back and continued, “Thanks again, buddy. See you Monday.”
The moment my feet were on the ground, Sydney started heading for me. Stan’s headlights, as he turned the SUV around, illuminating her.
Her beauty.
More of her body.
And I was in fucking heaven.
“Ford,” she gasped, “who’s with Everly? I didn’t realize you were out. Oh my God, I hope …” Her voice drifted to nothing as fear filled her face.
Today was Sydney’s day off. I hadn’t seen her since yesterday, and fuck me, I’d missed her. There had been so many times this morning and afternoon that Everly asked if we could go knock on Sydney’s apartment door, my daughter wanting to hang out with her.
But I wouldn’t let her even though I wanted to do the same.
“She’s with my parents.”
Sydney’s hand went to her chest, as though she could finally breathe. “I just had a heart attack.”
I smiled.
“Don’tugh at me, Ford. I did.” She fanned her face with her purse. “All I could picture was that little muffin all alone in your house and-I can’t.”
“It’s all good. Don’t worry.”
She nced toward the ground.
Since she was no longer looking at me, I took my time, taking her in. The dress was one I hadn’t seen her wear before, fitting her the same as the night we had met at the bar. The top hugged her tits, revealing a sexy amount of cleavage, the sides showing those achingly beautiful curves. The bottomnded far above her knees, her gorgeous, long, lean legs ending in a pair of sky-high heels.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!
I wasn’t just hard.
I was fucking throbbing.
“Except I think I just lost years of my life.” She patted her chest, like she was pushing air back into her lungs. “Anyway, I’m sorry I’ming home sote. Gabby and I were at a bar, and”-she shrugged-“I don’t know … having too much fun, I guess.”
At a bar.
Where every motherfucker in there had been staring at her body in that sexy dress.
My fucking body.
Jesus, Ford, what the hell is wrong with you?
I shoved my hands in my pockets so I wouldn’t reach for her and said, “Are you really apologizing for going out anding homete? This is your home. You cane and go at whatever time you want. You never have to exin yourself.”
“I’m just not used to that. When I worked for the Turners, I never went out.”
“You deserve it. Go out. Have fun with your best friend.”
Her hands went to her hips. “Looks like you went out too. With your brothers or …”
“My brothers and a few friends.”
She closed her eyes for just a second. “I can smell the tequ.”
“Those boys and their fucking shots,” I groaned. “They’re relentless when ites to celebrating.”
She shifted her stance. “Oh yeah?”
The movement made her wobble.
I was worried that she was going to fall, so I grabbed her, holding her steady. Once she gained her bnce, my arms stayed around her, locking her in ce.
She didn’t leave my grip.