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“Oh, I’m sorry.” She rolls her eyes. “Mr.EliteMobster.”
“So… what was he dying of?” I stare at her from across the room, watching her long, elegant fingers scratch at the wooden handle of the chair.
She looks away, her gaze on the fire as it roars next to us. “No one’s dying. What are you talking about?”
“Nine months ago, you posted dramatic soliloquies on your Facebook wall about life and death and all this shit that people gave you sympathy for. Funny, that’s about the same time my necklace was returned with the wrong stones in it. I figure Bryan is sick and you stay with him out of guilt or something.”
She sucks in a heavy breath and lets it out slowly. I’m onto you, you little princess.
“That has nothing to do with this. I love Bryan.”
“Did I ask if you loved him?”
She shakes her head and baulks at my comment. “You said earlier that I settled. I didn’t settle. He’s a nice guy, and he does nice things for me. That man works all day long and still comes home and unloads the dishwasher?”
I laugh. “Well, if he unloads the dishwasher… it must be destiny.”
She rolls her eyes. “I see why you’re single.”
“And I see why you’ve settled.”
“Why’s that?” She rolls her eyes, but I see the curiosity sitting beneath the surface.
“Because you know that no man could stand you long enough to get past the talking stage.”
“Yet, I’m the one engaged and you’re kidnapping women for some old lady’s necklace.”
“Some dead lady’s necklace,” I correct. “Grandma has been gone for a long while.”
“Cool.” She looks around the room. “Some dead lady’s necklace. I suppose that’s why you’ve smuggled me to Montana. You think my brother is going to have answers I don’t?” She sighs. “We are in Montana, right? I don’t remember much after the first ten miles of our drive.”
“You’re welcome. A healthy dose of Xanax and hours disappear. What is he dying of?”
She huffs out a heavy breath and scans the cabin. “So, you drugged me? That’s fun. How’d you know I wasn’t allergic?”
“I figured you’d have posted it on Facebook.”
“You think you’re so quick. You’re not, though. You’re way off on this one. There’s nothing in Montana.”
“I’ll agree with you there. All I’ve seen are mountains, hills, and a whole lot of nothing. Which reminds me… how does someone like Bryan keep things interesting for you? It seems maybe he’s the type of man who doesn’t make you earn your dinner, and I’m not sure you’re the type to respect that.”
“My dinner?” She rolls her eyes. “If that’s some weird British innuendo for sex, it needs work.”
“Well… does he?”
“Does he what? Make me work for my dinner? Yes… he does. We have a very nice sex life. Thank you very much.”
I laugh. “Well, that explains everything. A‘very nice’sex life. So, he’s rubbish.”
“Why are you obsessed with what happens in my bedroom? Don’t you have some jewels to find or something? Isn’t that why we’re here?”
What is it about her smart-ass mouth that’s getting me so fucking hard? And how can I want to shut her up and fuck her all at the same time? I suppose that would get her to stop. Though she could be one of those chatty fuckers, in which case, I’m not sure I wouldn’t love that as well.
I stand and lean into her ear, whispering, “I asked you a question… what is he dying of?”
“Fuck. You.” She stares me in the eye as she speaks.
I grip her chin in my hand, my tone low and rough as I say, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? A little spice. Something more than the hump you get once a week. Something spontaneous and wild. Something you aren’t expecting.”
