Page 55 of Twisted Hearts
“We’ll talk when I know more.”
“Jaxon, if I need to know—”
“You will. Keep an eye on Addi, and you’ll know when I get confirmation. The dad and mayor are into something that’s not right, though, and I want to find out if the dad got mixed up in this by accident because of his acquaintance with the mayor or if it was his plotting.”
“The hell? None of this is sitting well with me.”
“Me either. There is good news.”
“Well thank fuck for that.”
“All three, including the shitstain fiancé, are still in town, so they either aren’t looking for her personally, or they’re not all that worried about her. You can also tell her from what I could see and find, her dad hasn’t been hurt like she was worried about.”
My eyes closed and I dropped my head. That would make Addi happy. “Good. I’ll let her know.”
“Now, I gotta get to the office. I’m tight on men right now with Briggs headed this way and Mason out in the field. I’ll let you know when I’m close so you can meet me there.”
“I’ll be available.” I’d make damn sure nothing stopped me from getting the info he had. Jaxon saw a lot of shit in his line of work, things I was starting to understand. If he was concerned, it wasn’t something small.
My stomach rolled at what that implied.
Dark. Nasty. Most likely worse than we’d suspected, which, on my part, had been an entitled son of a bitch who just wanted what he wanted because he had money to get it.
That wasn’t dark.
That was typical rich asshole bullshit.
I slid my tongue across the front of my teeth, sucked in a breath, and tried to relax. Addi would be out here any minute, and I figured she’d be able to read my anger as it was currently permeating the room.
Attempting to relax didn’t help once I heard the water in the shower turn off.
My body went rigid, my chest beat an erratic rhythm, and everything below my waist hardened.
Ten minutes earlier, I’d had her aching for me, and now wasn’t at all the time to finish what we had started.
Today was going to be shitty; I could feel it seeping into my bones, but at least I could wipe away one fear Addi had.
I filled her coffee mug and searched for sugar or cream. When I didn’t find either, I figured she took her coffee black. Heading toward her bathroom with news and caffeine, I stopped in the hallway as I heard rustling behind the door.
Three feet away from me, she was probably naked after her shower…possibly massaging lotion into her legs and arms, maybe her stomach that was soft as silk. Hell, all of her was, and the desire to taste her still lingered on my tongue.
“Get your fucking head in the game,” I muttered to myself, and then I lifted my free hand to knock.
The door opened quickly, Addi peeking her head out. Her hair was wrapped in a towel, and she had another towel wrapped around her body. “Yes?”
Hot damn.How in the hell was I supposed to get my head in the game when she made my other head rock hard every time I looked at her?
With her naked beneath that towel? Fuck me, she was a temptress.
“Coffee.” I shoved it in her direction so harshly it sloshed over the rim of the mug.
She pressed her lips together, fighting a smile as a pink hue rose on her cheeks. “Thanks. How was the call?”
“We’ll talk once you’re dressed.”
Hopefully then I could string a sentence together without losing my train of thought.
After she got dressed,I went into the bathroom and took my own shower, fighting against the temptation to relieve myself in my fist. Jacking off in the shower of the woman whose body I wanted to be inside made feel like a perv. Fortunately, she’d dressed in sweats and a sweatshirt, hiding her shape, which helped me focus.
