Page 10 of Total Abandon

“Yeah, I’m gonna head back with Logan. Catch the game highlights.” She snickers, her eyes sparkling as she glances back up at a grinning Logan.

“Uh-huh.” I roll my eyes. My sister is twenty-five, two years younger than me, but absolutely old enough to do what and who she wants. “From here on out, she’s in your care, buddy. I will tear apart Heaven and Earth to get to you if one hair on her head is harmed,” I warn him with a stern finger.

He snaps his feet together and offers me a salute. “On my honor.” He grins.

“Share your location and call me if you need,” I whisper in Tilly’s ear as I hug her goodbye.

The screech of car tires draws all of our attention and I turn to see a sleek black sports car that hugs the asphalt pull up. The driver's door opens and out steps a behemoth of a man. Dark hair, broad shoulders, and icy blue eyes appear, making my eyebrows shoot to my hairline. Jesus, that guy ishot.

“Ladies and gentleman, my husband.” Mia sighs happily, grinning like a loon as she eyes him up and down.

The man’s eyes skip over everyone and zero in on his wife, softening slightly as they land. “Home for you,” he says in a deep, clipped voice as he wraps a steadying arm around her waist and places a kiss on the top of her head. If I ever see this woman again, remind me to high-five her for the excellent catch.

I should be ready to kneel at his feet, but honestly? For some reason, all I can think about right now are steely, mahogany eyes and deep tanned skin. The way Zeke’s deep voice brushes over my skin like a caress and how I find myself fantasizing about running my tongue over the scruff on his sharp jawline. The way he dominates any space, sucking all the oxygen out of the room... And daddy Zeke? Just a whole new level of hot.

“That look right there is how I know my chances are shot with you.” Chase sighs, slinging an arm around my shoulders.

I start, my eyes jerking to his. “I wasn’t—”

He cuts me off with an easy laugh, holding up one hand. “Don’t worry Red, it’s how ninety percent of women look at my brother—nothing new.”

I decide to let it lie, because drunk as I am, even I don’t want to explain that I was actually fantasizing about my boss.

“You need a ride?” He quirks his head.

I smile. “Nah, I'll get a cab. Thanks though.”

He nods, easy smile still plastered all over his chiseled face. “Keep it spicy, Red.” He ruffles my hair, which I take to mean I’ve been neatly filed away into the friendship-only file.

“Stay fresh, cheese bags.” I throw back the first thing that comes to mind—some parting line of a nineties commercial.

He tips his head back and howls as he walks away, sliding into the back of the car with one last parting wink.

Chapter 6

Zeke:Any of you assholes alive?

Chase:I can taste colors and it hurts.

Mason:Serves you right for letting my wife get so drunk.

Logan:Logan isn’t here right now, please leave a message after the tone.

Chase:Poor Mason, having to wrestle his five-foot-nothing wife into bed.

Mason:She woke Macey up singing some stupid fucking country song.

Chase:That reminds me, Mia told me to tell you she wants you to grow a moustache.

Mason Walker added Mia Walker to the chat

Logan:Hey, no girls in the chat.

Mia:Why am I here?

Mason:You know why.

Mia:Mason would like me to inform you all that he plans to grow a big handlebar moustache, just for me.