Page 79 of His to Seduce
I desperately wanted to know what he’d talked to Grant about, but not only that, to know him and understand him in a deeper way.
My own failings wanted to keep me from prying. If I started, would he follow with questions about me?
I took the risk.
“What’d you talk to Grant about tonight?”
I dragged my eyes off the window at my side to look at David. His jaw tensed, and his fingers tightened on the steering wheel. For a moment, I thought he wouldn’t speak.
“Talked to him about a job.”
“You what?”
“A job.” He flashed me a hesitant grin before watching the traffic’s steady crawl. “He’s VP of Operations at McGregor right now. True to what my dad always wanted, he’s working his way up, learning everything he can and proving himself along the way. Since I walked away and went to med school, he’s possibly the last family member to run the company until little Grant grows up.”
“He’s not a McGregor, though,” I pointed out and cringed. What a horrible thought to have. “Sorry. I just mean…”
“I know what you meant, Cam.” One of his hands fell to my thigh. His fingers ran along the bare skin at my inner thigh just above my knee. It was meant to be comforting. It was a thousand times more powerful than simple comfort, though, and goosebumps pebbled my skin, making me shiver. “He’s family in all the ways that matter, though.”
“I know that.”
“It still doesn’t mean a McGregor shouldn’t be running the place.”
My head whipped to face him so quickly I almost gave him whiplash. “What? You mean…you?”
“I don’t know yet.” He shrugged. His lips pulled into a frown. “I wasn’t exactly a business major.”
All my life, all I’d wanted was a man who cared about me who could give me safety. David had that in buckets, regardless of his job, I’d realized. This was still a huge change.
I reached for his hand and turned it over, until our palms and fingertips aligned. That electric rush that always flared between us sparked and ignited, though this time it felt calmer and deeper.
“Is it what you want?”
I traced his fingertips with mine, running my fingers along the outer edges of his. His hands saved lives. He’d lost several, but there was no denying that in the firmness of his strong hands, all those that could be helped were safe. He was safe, regardless of occupation and bank account.
“I have no idea, but I figured it was a good idea to talk to Grant, see what he had to say.”
He was silent for a moment, eyes softening, lips lifting into a smile.
“And?”
He laughed softly once and turned to me. Arching a brow, he stated, “As Grant reminded me, I’m the great-grandson of the founder, Michael McGregor. There’s always a place for me.”
“That sounds…like a lot of responsibility.”
Hand on the steering wheel, the skin and leather made a squeaking sound as he gripped it tighter, knuckles whitening. “Yes.”
“And Fireside? Would you quit?”
He laughed again, the softness and humor turning to ice. “Declan hasn’t needed me to work there for months now. Possibly ever. He and Trina are doing a great job now bringing in new business with Trina’s marketing efforts, and they’ve got a full staff, plus they’re in the black. He’s never paid me and I’ve always given my tips right back to him. I think the only reason he keeps letting me sling drinks there is because he knows it givesmesomething to do.”
“Helping you while you’re helping him. Good friends you’ve got there,” I teased, trying to lighten the moment. “Although it’s hard to imagine you wearing suits or scrubs to work.”
“Yeah? You like watching me work in jeans and Fireside polo shirts?”
Yeah, I did. The jeans hugged his ass and thighs perfectly. I’d looked. Lots. Now that I could do it without hiding my attraction to him, I did it again. Sweeping my gaze down the length of his body, even folded into the driver’s seat he was still one of the sexiest men I’d ever met. Ever seen. My pulse kicked up and desire began swirling, a weight pooling deep inside.
He pulled his hand from mine and the teasing, light banter evaporated. He lifted his hand and slowly twisted his wrist, as if examining every line, every vein, every inch of it.
