Page 163 of Hard to Hold
Which meant I would deal with the fallout when it came, and I knew Wolfe and Amy would be right there beside me.
“You are the strongest woman I have ever met,” I told her, my voice rough, my chest aching from the churn of emotion that built whenever I thought about all she’d been through.
Amy shook her head, but I silenced her by pulling her closer. I pressed my mouth to hers. “It wasn’t a question,” I told her. “It’s the truth. And whatever you wanna do, we’re right here. At your side.”
Wolfe leaned in and took her other hand.
Of course, I happened to do so at the exact moment that Donna walked up to refill our coffee.
“Sheesh,” the older woman said, chuckling. “I shoulda known.” Donna peered down at Amy. “Girl, if anyone can keep these ol’ boys straight, I think it’ll be you.” She topped off two of the cups, then patted Amy on the shoulder. “Good luck, hon.”
A smile formed on Amy’s lips, and it grew wider as she stared back at us.
“I’m not sure anyone can keep you boys in line.” She leaned in closer. “But I’m damn sure willing to try.”
Wolfe lifted an eyebrow and glanced over at me.
“Amen.”
Chapter Thirty-One
Wednesday, August 16, 2017
Wolfe
“You ready to head home?” I called up to Amy.
“In a minute!”
What in the world was that girl working on? She’d been locked away in her office for almost two hours straight. I hadn’t seen her since the last time she came down to use the restroom and clean out the coffeepot.
The most confusing part was the fact that she had called Rhys to come over, and he’d been up there for the past half hour with her, doing God only knew what.
Figuring they’d be down in a minute, I started reorganizing my work area for tomorrow. I went to the far corner and grabbed a small can of stain—red oak—for an armoire I was working on. As I was walking back, my cell phone rang.
I glanced down to see that it was…
I stopped walking. “Hello?”
“Hi,” Amy greeted, her voice smoky and seductive.
Oh, hell.
“Remember how you told me one day I’d call you when Rhys and I were … you know?”
“Yeah.” My throat was dry as I tried to swallow.
“Well, this is that day.”
I breathed out heavily, then leaned against one of the tables that needed to be taken over to the store. “Is it now?”
“It is and … oh, God,” she hissed softly. “Rhys…”
Son of a bitch.
My dick hardened instantly at the sound. “What’s he doin’ to you, darlin’?”
“He’s…” Amy moaned softly. “I’m on the couch. Naked. And … and Rhys is kneeling on the floor in front of me… He’s … oh, yes.”
