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She chided him gently. “Natches, I can’t do that. ”
“Don’t tempt fate by talking about it, then,” he growled. “I mean it, Chay. We’re having boys. Just boys.
I understand boys. ”
He didn’t feel nearly as vulnerable at the thought of a boy for a child, she knew. The thought of a daughter still had the power to send Natches into a panic.
Chaya sighed. Maybe tonight really wasn’t the night to tell her husband that the tests the doctor had done were definitely showing a girl.
She looked at his face again. No, it wasn’t the time.
“I’ll meet Alex in the morning when he goes to his house,” he said and nodded, turning away from her.
“Not tonight. ” He shook his head and groaned. “Hell no, not tonight. Swear to God, if I have to look at that hickey on his neck one more time, I’m going to kill him, Chay. ”
“I understand, Natches. ” She kept her expression serious, somber, as he swung around her. “Really, honey, I understand. ” She held her hand out to him. “Will you come to bed now? I’m lonely. ”
His gaze flared; his body tightened instantly.
“I thought you were tired. ”
“Natches. ” She grinned. “I’m never that tired. ”
He took her hand and let her lead him back to their bed. He made love to her. Slow, easy love. And later, when she was drifting off to sleep, he held her in his arms, stared up at the ceiling, and that picture flashed before his eyes again.
God, there were some things an older brother just didn’t need to know.
FIFTEEN
Alex stared at the picture and the note that Natches slapped on his kitchen table the next morning.
“Why the hell aren’t you at the apartment?” Natches bit out. “Whoever’s watching her is close, Alex. ”
“She threw me out,” Alex murmured, staring at the image someone’s camera had captured. Janey, locked against him, his hold dominant, appearing forceful. It looked bad. It had been hot as hell when it happened.
“And you’re not covering her ass? You didn’t call any of us?” Natches stomped around the kitchen.
“How do you know she’s safe?”
“I called in backup and told Faisal to keep an eye on her. That boy is hell in a fight, you know. ” He stared at the letter, a frown brewing on his brow. “What the fuck is this?” He slapped the paper to the table. “They think she’s somehow corrupting me ?”
“Yeah, go figure,” Natches sneered as he threw him a hostile look.
“And this was waiting in Ray’s truck last night after hours?”
“That’s what I said. ” Natches was livid. A livid Natches was not a comfortable sight. “Who’s watching Janey?”
“Tyrell Grayson and Mark Lessing. And as I said, Faisal is inside. ” Alex stared at the picture again. “This was taken from across the street, wasn’t it?”
“Good guess, Sherlock,” Natches grunted.
Alex’s lips thinned. “Natches, work with me here. ”
“I worked with you when I mistakenly thought you were looking out for Janey, rather than looking for a way into her bed,” he snarled. “Hell, Alex. How would you feel if those were pictures of Crista? What would you have done if you had had photos of the night she spent with Dawg when she was eighteen?
Would you have been a happy little camper?”
Alex clenched his jaw. Hell no. He hadn’t had pictures and he hadn’t been a happy camper.
