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I glare playfully, feigning aggression as I climb on top of him. Swinging my leg over his lap, I pretend he can't just throw me metres and metres away with little ease, pretend I am pinning his muscular body down as I poke his dimple over and over. He catches my wrists and pulls me until my cheek is pressed to his.
His lips meet my ear. "Put your fucking tongue in my mouth now."
I don't hesitate; my lips mash against his. His hands roam everywhere. Rolling on his lap, I cup his cheeks to deepen our connection, feeling him wanting me through the touch of his fingers and the demand behind his lips. Somehow, through the intoxicating sensation of his hands palming me and his tongue and mouth devouring me, I'm still drawn away by the feel of something vibrating in the back pocket of my denim shorts. And it isn’t what I'd like to be vibrating back there.
I pull away from him to retrieve my phone. The word Konnor flashes at me from the display. Max groans when he sees it. Moving his big, tattooed arms to the sides of the outdoor lounge, he looks at me with exasperation.
I smile sickeningly sweet at him. "Sorry, I have to get this." He frowns at me. "Don't frown at me." I smooth the creases between his brown brows and lift the phone to my ear.
"Hi," I answer. "To what do I owe this pleasure?" I catch Max's scowl and giggle.
"Cock blocker," Max says loud enough for Konnor to hear.
"Fucking charming," Konnor snaps on the other end of the receiver.
"Don't fucking swear around your sister," Max growls.
I roll my eyes and attempt to climb off Max, but his palms come down on my thighs, locking me in position. "No," he admonishes gruffly.
Covering the speaker, I say, "Then play nice." I direct my attention to Konnor on the other end of the phone. "You okay, big brother?"
He pauses for a moment, but I can hear his sigh. "There is this charity thing in two weeks. And I'm going with Blesk and. . ." His voice trails off with uncertainty. "It's for me.Fuck. That sounds stupid. I mean, my bio mum created this charity for missing children. . . And I want to go. And I'd really like it if you-" He groans his displeasure. "AndMax, I suppose, if he wants to, come with us. Dad bought us a table. It was something ridiculous, like, ten grand."
Excitement over my favourite person inviting me to an event overwhelms everything else. I bounce and squeal on Max's lap. "Yes! Of course. I'd love to."
I remember Dad telling us about this charity. Konnor's legacy. After he was kidnapped, his mother, Madeline, created this charity for young families who found themselves in the same situation. . .
I still.
I'm painfully aware of this stillness because the gentle brush of Max's fingers on my thighs now feels like glass scoring down my skin.
Blinking over Max's shoulder, I hardly even acknowledge the way he is now scanning my expression. The way the blue in his eyes is absorbed by his pitch-black pupils.
The charity. . . It's called. . . Nerrock Missing and Beyond.. . Nerrock. . .
My thoughts freeze.
My mouth opens to exhale the name.
Dustin Nerrock.
It'shischarity. Konnor won't be safe. I won't be safe. I feel the frantic bat of my lashes before I even realise Max has taken my phone from my hand, hung up on Konnor, and stuffed it into the side pocket of his jeans.
Warm hands meet my cold cheeks. "What just happened?"
Max's voice finds me in my haze of panic. "It was Konnor. He wants to go to this. . .charity event. It's for missing children." I stare straight at Max. "It's Dustin Nerrock's charity."
Max's hands pulse against my cheeks at the mention of Dustin's name, but no other part of him seems to respond. He leans in and kisses the tip of my nose. I smile softly at him.
"It's not," he assures me. "It's his dead wife's charity. He isn't even in the District right now and from what I've seen and heard, Dustin has zero involvement in it."
"Konnor wants me to go," I breathe out the words, trying to ground myself, to draw myself back to the now. "I'm not sure I can though, not when Dustin has any association-"
Annoyance flares in Max's eyes. "It does things to me, knowing you are still afraid of him. I will know the exact moment Dustin arrives back in town. I have eyes on his every move, little one. That bastard can't shit without me knowing about it."
I didn't expect that.
Swallowing hard, I say, "This is a really big step for Konnor. He's never shown any interest in his biological mother before. Always kept her memory at arm's length. But when he found out I was pregnant, he told me he was jealous. I think that by going to this charity, he's really embracing his past. Finding a connection to her. I should be there for him."I should be there for him!"And you're sure he has nothing to do with this charity?" I confirm, seeking further reassurance.
