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WEST was coming through, though. Ross was sending him the Abel brothers. Both were wild cards to Clay—he’d worked with their three older brothers, but not Julius and Jennings. The three were solid players on the WEST Protection team. He had no reason to believe the other two couldn’t help him in some way.
The two brothers were also free agents, connected to WEST but not contracted by the company.
Maybe they’d even join Sentry. Hell, he could use more people to rely on. From what he was told when he took this job, there was a hell of a lot to do in the area to clean things up. He could only spread himself so thin. The Abels could plug a leak.
If they were anything like their brothers, they’d be assets too.
He had a hell of a lot riding on his shoulders. So why had he added another layer of complication by sleeping with Lark?
Lust was no excuse. Neither was having that tie to her brother. He hadn’t seen Andrew in years and had no reason to feel bound to Lark in any way.
Some guys would rush in and try to rescue her from her horrible past, but that wasn’t Clay, and Lark didn’t require rescuing. She was probably stronger than he was. She’d managed to grow like a flower in cracked concrete. One hit to his ego—one girlfriend who slept with his buddy on the police force—and he shut the door on the idea of relationships forever.
And Lark had called him out on it too. Dammit. The fact that she could see through him so easily shook him.
“Clay?” Her soft call had him straightening from putting on his socks and moving to the doorway.
He looked at her. Sitting in the middle of the bed, red curls tousled, eyes hooded from sleep and the sheet clutched to the tops of her bare breasts, she looked like sex and sin personified. A siren beckoning him from deep waters he didn’t know how to navigate.
Her lips spread in a gentle smile that felt like a caress over his heart. “You didn’t leave.”
He blinked at her. “You thought I’d leave you alone here?”
She shrugged. “We didn’t end last night with you telling me your intentions.”
“Intentions,” he bit off.
“Plans,” she clarified. Gathering the sheet around her, she tipped her feet off the mattress and stood to her full height, and though she was petite, she looked and acted like a goddess.
A goddess he’d given several orgasms to the night before. And wanted to again.
And again.
He filled his chest with air. Pointing to the dresser, he said, “You’ll find clothes in there. Everything you need to get ready for the day is in the bathroom.”
“Really? What kind of connections do youhave,Clay Lexis?”
“The kind only silver foxes do.”
She giggled. Which was why he’d said it.
“I’m going to check on some things here in the cabin and then make a few calls while you get ready.”
“Okay. Where’s my phone? Am I allowed to check it?”
“It’s with that crap on top of the dresser.”
She followed his gaze to the dumped contents of her purse. “You’re responsible for that mess.”
“I know.” He strode to the door. “And yes, you can check it. Just don’t text anybody, accept any calls or open anything that requires your location. I shut that off.”
“All right.”
He left her to do her thing and went in search of sustenance. Their meal of Spam sandwiches still sat in the middle of the table, untouched. After the trouble she’d gone through to prepare food, they’d turned to carnal appetites instead.
His cock started to stiffen at the thought of what had gone on. Kissing her, then kissing her again. And what happened after…
He swallowed and directed his focus to the situation at hand. A bomb was sitting in the back of his truck out in the driveway. First order of business, he went out and checked on it.
