Page 98 of Hard to Hold
“What’s the matter?” Rhys asked.
His concerned tone almost made me cry more, but I managed to wipe my eyes and choke out a laugh. “I’m sorry. I’m not usually such a wimp. It’s just… No one has cooked me dinner since…” I looked up at the two men. “Not since my aunt.”
“Well, if you can stomach my food,” Wolfe said with a teasing grin, “I’ll be more than happy to cook for you. But don’t get all teary-eyed until you try it.”
I laughed again, obviously his intention.
“And about tonight…” Wolfe brought a plate for Rhys and himself, then joined us at the table. “I’d like you to stay here. You can call Reagan and let her know. But I want you to get a good night’s sleep, and that’s the only way it’s gonna happen.”
It was true. Then again, I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t have a nightmare after having spilled my guts this morning. I didn’t want either of them to see that, but I would deal with it if it came to that.
“I…” I was going to argue, but I really didn’t have a case, so I smiled. “Thank you. I’d like that.”
“Good. That’s settled. Now try the food. And if you don’t like it, lie to spare my feelings.” Wolfe grinned, that sexy smirk that heated up my insides.
God, the man really was devilishly handsome in that bad-boy sort of way. And Rhys … he was quite possibly the opposite. Devastatingly handsome, but almost like … well, like a good boy.
Hmm.
I liked the idea of having a bad boy and a good boy.
Then again, I thought about the things they’d done to me earlier and there wasn’t anything “good” about them. They were both dirty in the best possible way.
“What’re you thinkin’ about?” Rhys asked, taking a sip of his tea.
I blushed, the heat rising from my neck to my face. “Nothing.”
He smiled knowingly. “Thinkin’ about more orgasms?”
His bluntness made me suck in a sharp breath when a lightning bolt of desire crashed into me.
I focused on my food, trying my best not to look at them. They’d know exactly where my thoughts had wandered to if I did.
Oh, who was I kidding?
They already knew if their chuckles were anything to go by.
After dinner, I called Reagan at the bar.
“Hey.” There was a hint of concern in her tone. “How’re you doin’?”
“I’m … better.”
“Good. That’s real good.”
“I wanted to call and let you know that I won’t be home tonight. I’m … uh … staying with a friend.”
Reagan laughed, a hearty sound that had me blushing again. “Wolfe Caine is a friend?”
“You know what I mean,” I said, smiling despite my embarrassment.
“I’ve got a question for you…”
“Sure.”
“Is my brother there?”
I could hear Rhys and Wolfe talking in the living room. “He … uh … I … yeah. Yes. He’s here.”
