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“Getting rid of Robyn, Sarah and Tiffany.”
He blinks in surprise as his mouth drops open. I can see the word “why” broadcast across his face, and I tip my head to the side as I study him. It’s it obvious?
“Because Bill didn’t think they were suitable for the boys.”
Tim stares at me for another long beat, and nods, his lips twisting up into the barest smirk. “I told them not to bring the girls. That was just a red flag to a bull, huh?”
I nod in agreement. That’s putting it mildly.
“What’s the second part of your mission? The bit that you haven’t accomplished yet?” There is naked curiosity in his eyes, but this doesn’t bode well for me.
Blowing out a breath, I close my eyes. I really don’t want to see his face when I have to admit this. As I open my mouth to speak, Tim’s fingers brush my cheeks.
“Don’t hide from me, babe,” he whispers. My eyes fly open in shock. He’s called me “babe” a few times when we’ve beenintimate. He doesn’t usually call me that in the light of day.
“I’m supposed to make friends with the five of you and tell Bill any secrets he thinks you’re keeping from him,” I whisper, bracing for the look of disgust I expect to cross Tim’s face. Instead, I’m left staring at him in bewilderment as he throws back his head and roars with laughter. Huh? That’s… not what I was expecting.
Chapter Thirteen
Timothy
Fuck, Uncle Bill is a sneaky asshole. Angie is currently gaping at me like I grew a second head. I think she was afraid to tell me in case I hated her for it or something. No way. We’re in this together. I’m hardly going to hate her for doing what she was told. Besides, it’s not like I’ve told her anything I wouldn’t want him to know.
My lie about choosing San Diego over everywhere in the world floats through my mind. Yeah, I haven’t let my guard down too badly around her. Maybe that’s something she’s supposed to teach me… how to trust people without the surname Westerhaven.
When I finally get my mirth under control, I turn back to Angie, slinging my arm around her shoulder and tugging her up against my side so I can easily drop a kiss in her hair.
“You’re… not mad?” she asks in a small, confused voice, and I chuckle again.
“Not even a little bit. That’s just so…Uncle Bill.”
I’m shaking my head, still laughing, and Angie groans, burying her face in her hands.
“I was so worried that you’d hate me after I told you that, and now you’re telling me I was stressing fornothing?”
Smirking down at her, I use my knuckles to lift her head up so I can cover her mouth with mine, deepening the kiss as she clings to me.
“Not even a little bit mad, babe,” I murmur against her lips. “I certainly don’thateyou.”
Before she can reply, I deepen the kiss again, slanting my mouth over hers. Eventually, I reluctantly break the kiss. I would have liked to keep it going, but it’s cold out here and I’m losing sensation in my toes.
Sliding off the rock, I help Angie down, pinning her back against it with my hips and kissing her thoroughly again. Finally, I tangle our fingers together to lead her back toward the car.
“We aren’t finishing the walk?” Angie asks, her breathiness causing my cock to harden just shy of uncomfortable.
I offer her a grin. “Nah, I got what I wanted out of you. Oxford awaits.”
Angie throws me a dirty look, but her fingers tighten around mine as she matches my stride. I’m fucking thankful when we’re back in the SUV with the heater blasting. I wasreallylosing feeling in my toes at the end. Angie eagerly loses her gloves and holds her fingers up against the heating vent.
“I’m glad I’m not the only one,” I tease, nodding at her hands when Angie looks over at me in surprise. “I was starting to feel decidedly unmanly.”
Angie’s eyes trail slowly over my body, and my erection is definitely uncomfortable now.
“You’re very manly,” she breathes. Damn, she needs to rein it in.
“You can’t say shit like that, otherwise I’m going to have to pull over and fuck you on the side of the road,” I growl, glowering across at her, my cock leaping hopefully in my jeans. Angie giggles, waggling her eyebrows at me.
Smirking, I keep my eyes on the road and my right hand on the steering wheel, reaching across the center console with my left hand. Angie giggles as I trail my fingers up her thigh, though her breath catches when I pop the button of her jeans, sliding my hand down the top of her panties.
