“That’s my cue to take off before all that’s left is raisin bullshit,” Hollywood said with a flicked wrist wave to us.
“And I should see if Lo’s done. I need to get back to Rye before Glitch takes a sledgehammer to the electrical panel,” I said.
“If she’s not ready to go, I can give her a ride,” Xavier offered.
I’m sure you’d fuckin’ love that.
“Stop trying to steal my bodyguard.” I gestured to the already fading scrape on my arm. “You want a tiny badass, you have to earn it.”
“Would be worth it,” he muttered as he rubbed a hand across his jaw.
A jaw I suddenly wanted to break.
I thought I was leaving them to the work they were slacking on, but when I got into the hall, I realized the nosy entourage had followed. All except Eli. He broke off to head toward the back where Posey’s studio was set.
He built her a recording studio in his place of work to keep her close.
Jake designed the building so the door in his office opens into his wife’s kitchen.
Sad fuckers.
I went to the garage lobby before pushing through the swinging door that led to the bakery storefront. Hollywood still stood at the counter while Joss bagged something up. When he shifted out of the way, I got a view of Lo with her back to us. Her already short t-shirt lifted farther, giving me—givingeveryone—a glimpse of her bare skin before it was covered again by the hoodie she was pulling on.
I have no room to talk about sad fuckers.
Kase moved straight to Harlow. Xavier went for the baked goods even though he’d likely already pilfered some while he was helping out.
But I stayed where I was, thinking about how asinine the plan was.
Who thought this was a good idea? Contrary to her statement, there’s no fuckin’ way she’s blending in anywhere.
I didn’t even notice I wasn’t the only one who hung back till Jake spoke from next to me.
“Not gonna work,” he muttered, amusement in his tone.
“What?” I asked.
“Saying she’s your cousin.”
“Why not?” We didn’t look a thing alike, but that didn’t matter when it came to cousins.
“Because of the way you’re lookin’ at her. No one will buy it. Not unless you want people to think you’re into some freaky shit that’s illegal in most states.”
“I’m not looking at her like anything,” I said—afterI fixed my damn face to be as blank as it should’ve been from the start.“Don’t take up your wifey’s habit of matchmaking. It’s a lost cause.”
“I call it like I see it.”
“Then you need glasses, old man.”
His low chuckle said he didn’t buy it.
Which was fair.
Neither did I.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
FOREARM PORN IS DISTRACTING
