“She’s just a girl. She doesn’t know who you are,” Link adds.
“Oh, she knows. And I told you, she’s no girl. She’s a demon.”
“That’s Summer?” Link remarks, sounding underwhelmed.
“Wait until you see her face and what hides underneath that bulky sweater.”
Now I have everyone’s attention.
“What are we missing?” Dean asks, tilting his head to where my Succubus went.
“A freaky little demon that’s been tormenting my mind ever since I met her last week.”
“Is that the chick you were stalking?” Connor asks.
I nod. No need to justify myself. Not when they are even worse in that matter.
“You, chasing after a girl—now, that’s worth seeing. What makes her so special, anyway?” Dean’s attention still points at where I last saw Summer.
“The fact she should be in a straitjacket, yet I’d still love to peel it off her body.”
“Come on! How bad can that nerdy girl be?”
Link is obviously not going to believe me until he sees for himself.
“You have no idea.”
“You can tell us all about it when we get to the gallery. Felicity Stone wants to meet the people she will be working with.” Dean prompts us to go, and I glance back at where Summer went, hoping to catch another glimpse of her.
“Give me everything on her by tonight,” I tell Link as we head for the cars, and he nods.
He never comes empty-handed when I need information.
No matter how hard I try to have my head in the game today, it’s a certain redhead who keeps popping into my thoughts, shifting my focus. Thank fuck nothing can distract Dean, and he’s the one Ican delegate the handling of the negotiations to.
Laundering my father’s money isn’t the end goal. It’s step one in getting out from under his thumb. Luckily, my brothers can keep our well-oiled machine running when my mind’s scrambled eggs with blue balls on the side.
While Dean and Carter talk to Felicity, Link retreats to the small room at the back with the sole intent of digging up everything he can on Summer.
I’m sure he’ll give me plenty, because tonight I plan on making my move and showing her exactly whose attention she managed to attract, whether she likes it or not.
Less than an hour later, Link jerks his head to the side as a signal for me to join him.
“I’ve got what you asked for, but we’ll talk when we get back home.”
“Why?”
He knows damn well patience might be a virtue, but it’s notmyvirtue.
“Because I say so!”
Link doesn’t yield, and I have no idea how I’m gonna wait until we get back to the house. More importantly, what is it he had uncovered that has to wait? Is she an ex-juvie, a cop,a man?
Fuck that!
He passes me by, and all I can do is take a seat away from everyone, drumming my fingers against my knee, trying to bend time to my will and force it to move faster with every heartbeat.
When Dean signals he’s done, I’m in the car in a blink of an eye, speeding all the way back to the house.
