I took another sip of my coffee. “Tell me about her.”
“About my wife?”
My face screwed up unintentionally.
“About the girl,” I clarified. “Dillon’s daughter.”
He paused, studying me now. “Why?”
Because she shouldn’t still be in my head. But she is.
“Because I want to know.”
Marcus leaned back, considering it. “Aurora is a bright young woman with a…fondnessfor older men.”
Tuh. I bet.
“Daddy issues?”
“Could be.” He shrugged. “Or she’s punishing her father by sleeping with his associates.”
My face dropped a bit but I recovered quickly. “She slept with his associates?”
“Yes.”
“Who?”
“Does it matter?”
“Yes.”
He watched me closely. “Why?”
I leaned forward. “Because I want to know, Marcus. Cut that legal lawyer bullshit out.”
“Interesting.” A faint smile touched his mouth. “Hm. Jason Montgomery.”
I frowned. “The fucking wax maker?”
“Yes.”
“When the fuck?—?”
“August of last year, I believe.”
I shook my head. “How?”
Marcus let out a quiet breath. “Do I need to explain sex to you, little bro? You’re a bit too grown for that talk.”
“That’s not what I meant.” I stared at him. “How do you know?”
“It was the only thing they could talk about at the ski retreat.” He reached for his glass and poured himself water. “That, and I drew up the non-disclosure agreement myself. Dillon was pissed. I had to talk him out of shooting his ass.”
“I bet.” I leaned back again, jaw tight. “That girl… she’s a man’s worst nightmare.”
Marcus’s brow lifted. “Why?”
“She’s a succubus.”
