“I’m thinking this coming weekend, after Thanksgiving.”
“Where are you spending it?” he asked.
She stilled, broke eye contact. “That’s a good question. I always go to my parents. You met them… Mr. and Mrs. Smith.”
“I look forward to getting to know them.”
“Yeah, those should be some interesting convos, don’t you think?” She dragged her finger through the leftover syrup on her plate, slipped her index finger into her mouth. Then, with a devilish look in her eyes, she twirled her tongue around her finger and pulled it out. She repeated it a few more times until he started to harden.
“You want round two?” he asked. “I got you if you do.”
She ran her hand over his erection, tenting his shorts. “This feels like a super-sized cigar I’d like to smoke.”
He chuffed out a laugh. “Smoke away, baby.”
“Later. We gotta have something to look forward to.”
“Amen to that,” he said. “Spend Thanksgiving with me.”
She kissed him. “I’d love that. Your home will be filled with family, but my parents might be alone. I’ll check with Caroline.”
She texted her sister.
Thanksgiving plans?
OMG WHERE ARE YOU? We just got to the site and you’re not here!!!
I’m with Tank. Thanksgiving?
With Mom and Dad. Grey is coming. Tank is invited. Carrera and Slash are taking Elsa to Italy to see Luciano and Simone. Get your ass back here!
Yuppers
She set her phone on the table in front of him. “Panic city.”
He read the texts. “She’s right.”
“Fine, whatever. Can’t I have alittlenormal?”
“You killed four of the most dangerous criminals in the world,” he said. “Your sister’s worried about you.”
“You’re right.” Sydney made a call, put it on speaker.
Caroline answered. “Hey, are you okay?”
“You’re on speaker and Tank’s with me,” Sydney said.
“Grey’s with me, and you’re on speaker.”
“Tank snuck me back to his place. We’ll be there in the next hour. Why are you there?”
“Grey wants Tank to upload the pics from last night. We just assumed you’d be here.”
“Fratello, devi proteggere Sydney,” Greystone said.
“Non dire sciocchezze. La sto proteggendo,” Teddy replied.
“Something about protecting me,” Sydney said. “Tank’s got my back.”
