Page 59 of Nothing to Deny
Baer made a noise that was part laugh, part scoff, part grunt, but it was so brief, she couldn’t quite figure it out.
Raising her chin, she didn’t relieve him of her weight but did let him know he had her attention. “What?”
“Nothing.”
“No, if you have something to add…”
“Yes,” Holly said. “What is it?”
“Nothing.”
Digging her elbow into him, she sat up to meet his eye. “Hound?”
“Nothing. Forget it.” She poked his ribs. Coiling his fingers around her extended one, he looked from her to Holly and back. “Can I be blunt?”
“With me?” she asked. “Always. Talk.”
He exhaled. “Holly’s prep sheet reads like a want ad,” he said and her cousin’s mouth fell open. “It’s okay. You’re not unique. A lot of women use Squires thinking it’s a dating service, that they’ll find true love.”
“The idiots.” She scoffed out mock ridicule. “Imagine falling for a gigolo.”
“Desperate women, I guess,” he said. “Nut jobs.”
“Pathetic,” she murmured, boosting up to join their lips for a flicker before sinking back down to snuggle at his side.
“I can’t believe this,” Holly said. “What about Freya’s? Is it a want ad?”
His finger-combing of her hair was so soothing, her eyelids sank again.
“I don’t know,” Baer said. “I haven’t read it.”
“Why not?” Holly asked. “Isn’t it like the law that you have to read it?”
“It’s the law that I not sell sexual favors, and we all know what’s going on here.”
Freya patted his stomach. “Why don’t you recommend someone? Someone Holly will like.”
“I could,” he said. “If you’re interested… but he might be less than your ideal match.”
Holly snorted. “Clearly even I don’t know what that is.”
“Okay,” he said. “Then you want Lyon, Mathieson, Berwick, or Dirk.”
Holly was dubious. “Dirk sounds like he’s from a seventies romance novel.”
“He’s got a ten-inch cock.”
Holly’s eyes lit. “Really?”
Her cousin’s quick turnaround provoked a laugh. “Tackle aside, you should pick personality.”
“Personality, yes,” Baer said, the arm he had around her slid higher. “Why does that sound like I have a micro situation?”
Ha! Laughable.
She patted him again. “We’re not going to pretend you’re insecure about the size of your cock, Hound. Your ego needs no stroking on that front.”
What he was packing could give Dirk a run for his money, she wasn’t about to simper like it was otherwise.
