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I straightened and flung some cabinets open, assessing the options.
“Steak. A big-ass steak and a baked potato … with butter, sour cream, bacon bits, and chives.” She popped another chip into her mouth. “Oh, and roasted Brussels sprouts … and rolls! Yeast rolls! Big, fat, buttery, fresh ones straight out of the oven. Then, for dessert, some chocolate. Like Death by Chocolate from Bennigan’s. Wait. Is Bennigan’s even open anymore? Well, it doesn’t matter. Something similar would work, too.” Brynn rubbed her flat tummy.
I snickered, then everyone burst into laughter. Brynn was definitely stoned, but I’d make anything she wanted as long as she ate. She desperately needed to put on weight before she started chemo.
“How about dinner on the deck then? I’ll clean the grill,” Chance said, grinning at her.
“I’ll call in a steak order at Eggers and pick it up,” Jace offered.
“Oh, yes!” Brynn’s eyes widened. “Wagyu ribeye for me, please. Oh my God, they’re so good. I don’t even need a knife to cut the meat, and it melts on your tongue. I could almost orgasm from the first bite.”
We all chuckled. Whatever Jace had picked up for her was working better than expected. It seemed like our girl was ready to play as well.
“As far as the orgasm. I’m happy to help you with that,” Jace said.
“And?” Brynn looked up at Chance.
“I’m in,” Chance said, smiling at her.
“I feel like it’s been a hot minute since I’ve had both of you.” Her green eyes raked up and down Jace’s body.
“I’ll find something else to do while you all have some fun. Just take it into Chance’s room so I can prepare dinner.”
Jace called in the order and scheduled to pick it up in a few hours. He slapped me on the back as he followed Chance and Brynn to Chance’s bedroom.
I leaned against the counter, my head hanging down. My cock was so fucking hard it hurt. River’s beautiful, naked body flashed through my mind, and I considered taking a shower to relieve the pressure.
The doorbell interrupted my fantasy, and I hurried to the front door. Peering through the peephole, I swung the door open.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I said, my tone sharp and bordering on rude.
Chapter Twenty-Three
“It’s against my nature to apologize, but here I am. Can we talk?” Michelle asked, her eyes pleading with me.
I stepped onto the porch and closed the door behind me. No wonder Zayne didn’t let me know who was here. The FBI could apparently do whatever they wanted … without anyone’s consent.
“What do you want?” I didn’t waste any time and cut straight to the chase. The summer breeze blew hot and humid as I waited for her reply.
“First, to offer my congratulations to you and River. I didn’t realize she was pregnant.” Michelle sat down on one of the burgundy chairs.
“Neither did I. The test was in her purse. I found it after she was taken.” I leaned against the square pole and crossed my ankles.
Michelle fidgeted in her seat and focused on Zayne’s Mercedes.
“Why are you here, Bec … Michelle? I thought we worked through this in the meeting at Pierce’s.”
“I never meant to hurt her that night. I swear. She’s strong and tough. She caught me off guard and my hand slipped. You have no idea how awful I felt.” Michelle’s attention landed on Zayne, who had reappeared from the side of the house. He was obviously making his way around the property.
“Fine.” I stared at her, not giving a rat’s ass what her excuse was. “Anything else?”
“I wanted to explain and make sure you understand that I’m on your side.” She tucked a blonde wisp of hair behind her ear.
“Well, it doesn’t seem like I have much of a choice. You’re FBI and pulling rank on me.” I emphasized my words with air quotes.
“Look, Holden, you can believe what you want, but this is the honest truth. I was assigned to look into your father for suspected weapons dealing, but while I was there, I learned that he might be connected to Hannah’s death. I’d dated you long enough that I realized you were oblivious to what Tim was involved in. You were never on the FBI’s radar, but you’re Tim’s son, so I had to keep my eye on you as well.” She pressed her lips together, then darted her eyes away, scanning the area around us.
“So that’s why you fucked me a few times a day? To keep an eye on me?” I smirked as her cheeks flushed a bright pink. Michelle was into rough sex, and I doubted she’d shared that tidbit with many people. She also preferred it up the ass. I’d been happy to accommodate anything she wanted as long as I had verbal consent and a safe word. I’d even taken it a step further and recorded a conversation with her giving consent. Rough sex can leave marks, and no way in hell would I be accused of something I wasn’t guilty of, especially if it wasn’t even my idea.
