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The one directly across the table from me looked at me, Granger, who’d been awfully quiet. Then he said, “Do you want us to kill him?”
At first, I was sure that he was joking. Then when not a single one of them laughed, and almost every single one of them nodded their heads like they were more than willing to take one for the team by committing the act, I knew that they weren’t joking.
He was being very, very serious.
He would go out right now and kill the sheriff, and I would never have to worry about anything coming back at me.
Because he’d make the perfect kill. He’d ensure that whatever happened, he would be well and truly never looked at for said murder.
Coffey sighed. “If anyone is going to do it, it’s going to be me.”
Something warm and fuzzy traveled through my insides at his words.
I liked that he was willing to do what needed to be done—regardless of whether it was killing him—to protect me.
What did that say about me, that I liked a man that was willing to kill?
That was a rational and well-rounded human being, my inner self declared.
“So, you’ve been in each other’s presence for all of four days total, one of those days she spent in jail and then in a medical ward recovering from an accident that could’ve killed her,” Trig said as he shoved twelve fries into his mouth at one time. Then, around his full mouth of fries, he said, “Then you fall in love with her, find out you’re going to be a father, and she can’t remember you at all.”
Duke snorted. “Looks like she remembers him just fine.”
I was already nodding as I reached for my Dr Pepper, a sudden obsessive need to down it overtaking me.
Once I’d finished the nearly full cup, I set it down, let out a discreet burp, then said, “I think I remember it all, actually. Bits and pieces came back to me during our drive here. Did you know you might be running into them?”
“Running into them like we did?” he said with amusement in his tone and his eyes. “No. Possibly being close to them? Maybe. I had no clue if they would actually be stateside or not. They’ve been gone a lot since I bailed after things got bad with my dad.” He leaned forward, and with his mouth next to my ear, he said quietly, “Why did seeing you down that drink just make me hard as fuck?”
Why indeed?
Not that I wasn’t willing to ride that weird train.
If his friends weren’t here right now, I’d definitely be willing to rent a hotel room…
“I have no clue,” I teased.
“You should stay at the mansion with us while you’re here,” Noble offered. “It’s practically empty, even with nine rooms in use.”
“Mansion?” I asked.
“Mansion,” Banner confirmed. “When I had my daughter over Christmas, my parents came down. There was nowhere to stay, and they needed something fast. Just so happened that my friends Slone and Titus, who are also professional football players, were down. They were going on and on about having a place to stay when they came to visit, and my parents all but pushed this mansion on them when they were here. Slone and Titus bought it.”
“It’s a twenty-seven-bedroom monstrosity,” Everett offered. “And even with us occupying eight of the rooms—Banner lives next door—we still are practically lost in its greatness.”
“Titus and Slone have a room, too. When they stay over, they hang out there,” Autry explained. “And all of the rooms have master suites. Bathrooms and massive closets the size of Fort Knox.”
“No can do,” Coffey declined. “I’ve gotta be there to start dinner and lunch.”
“Dinner?” Duke perked up.
“Lunch?” Callister leaned forward.
“Oh god,” Autry moaned. “Please invite us for dinner one night. Please, please, please. I’m not above begging.”
Chuckling, I said, “You’re welcome to stay. The first night is usually pretty chaotic. But Friday or Saturday should be generally pretty laid back. You could check out the show, then stay for whatever dinner Coffey feels like cooking.”
I placed my hand on his thigh, and when I did, I felt the tip of his cock with my pinkie finger.
The reminder that I was a roaring live wire after that long-ass trip with my vagina settled up against him, vibrating and shaking, made me reach my pinkie finger out and stroke the tip.
He paused in taking a sip of the coffee he’d ordered, his gaze looking down to capture mine.
“I’ve only seen that look on his face when he was ready to kill someone,” Whittaker whispered loudly.
“I think he’s ready to kill something, all right.” Autry laughed, dropping his arm from around the two of us. “Just not a someone, but a something.”
A terrible-sounding beep started to fill the air around us.
