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I felt sad for Trev, and I hadn’t expected to ever feel any sympathy for him.
Saxon parked his truck in front of the house, where a circular drive was filled with other vehicles. Most of them expensive and flashy. There were only two other trucks that looked a lot like Saxon’s. I stepped down out of the truck and walked around the front of it to meet Saxon.
He gave me a crooked grin. “Ready for this?” he asked me.
I stared up at the house, then back at him. “No.”
“Too late.”
I sighed, and he started for the stairs leading to the front doors
“You’ll be fine. Besides, you need to meet some people.”
I disagreed, but said nothing. He rang the doorbell just as I reached the top step. The left door opened almost immediately, and a short, round woman appeared on the other side. The smile that lit her face made her dark eyes twinkle. There was a kindness in her expression as she stepped back so we could enter.
“Hello, Saxon,” she greeted. “You’ve come to join the gathering out back, I suppose.”
I followed Saxon inside, and her gaze finally met mine.
“Oh, aren’t you a pretty thing,” she said to me.
“Ms. Jimmie, this is Maddy. She’s a friend of the family who will be living with us,” Saxon told her. “Maddy, this is Ms. Jimmie. The best biscuit maker in the county, but don’t tell Jo I said that. She’ll never cook for me again.”
I held out my hand toward her. “It’s nice to meet you,” I told her.
She looked down at my hand, then up at Saxon, grinning before reaching out and taking my hand in hers. “It’s a pleasure to meet you too. Don’t let that circus out there scare you off.”
“I’ll make sure she survives,” Saxon assured her.
She let go of my hand and waved us on our way. “Go on then. You know how to find it. Follow the sound of bad music and high-pitched squeals,” she told us.
Saxon laughed and looked at me. “This way.”
I started to follow him through the grand entryway, my eyes taking in everything all at once. This house was unreal. They could hold a ball in the foyer alone.
“GARRETT!” a deep male voice boomed, and I jumped. “WHERE THE FUCK IS MY HORSE?” the voice demanded, and then the body it belonged to appeared as he stalked toward us.
He was tall with shoulders and a chest so wide that his black T-shirt stretched tight, leaving no question to the number of muscles beneath, paired with faded jeans that hugged his thighs. His skin was so deeply tanned that he had to live outdoors, and his dark blond hair was tucked behind his ears and covered with a worn cowboy hat. Stubble ran along his firm jawline, and his eyes were the color of the greenest grass. If the expression on his face wasn’t terrifying, he would be beautiful. The boots he was wearing clicked against the marble floor as he stalked past us as if we weren’t there.
“Where the hell is he, Jimmie?” the man asked, his tone slightly softer when he spoke to her.
“Well, now, Blaise, the last time I saw him was this morning. With the party going on out back, I don’t think he has plans to return today. Have you called his phone?” she asked.
“Yes,” he growled out and took off his hat to run a hand through his messy blond locks. “He won’t answer the damn thing.”
Saxon reached for my hand and tugged me, drawing my attention away from the scene in front of us. I started to follow him.
“Sax!” the guy called out.
Saxon froze, then looked back at him. “Yeah?” he asked.
“Moses Mile know anything about Empire?” he asked him.
Saxon shook his head. “Not a thing. Why? He missing?”
The guy scowled, and even then, he was breathtaking. “Yeah. Fucking Garrett,” he snarled.
“Language, Blaise. There are ladies present,” Ms. Jimmie scolded him, not appearing intimidated by the furious Greek god at all.
