She’s nodding her head before she says, “I need to. I need to make sure she doesn’t get hurt.”
Studying her face for a second longer, I move out of the way and focus on the screens again.
They’re sitting in the living room. He has his hand on her thigh. I realize why she probably wore pants, and it makes me want to punch a hole right through his face.
“Will you turn it up?” I ask Keanu.
Without looking away for a second, he asks, “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
“Nope.”
He turns it up anyway, and I think his concern was spot on.
“You are so sexy, Becca,” Austin tells her, and I taste blood in my mouth.
“OhGod,” Stella whispers.
My heart cracks. Cade’s got her. I know I don’t have to worry about her. But it hurts anyway.
Becca fake laughs. “Thank you. Not so bad yourself.” She crosses her legs. “Tell me you brought your laptop. I need advice, and you’re the only one I know who can help.”
God, she’s good.
He sits up, reaching into his bag and pulling out his laptop. “I sure did. Need some legal advice? You came to the right place. Or I guess, I did.” He leans into her and throws his arm up onto the couch behind her. “What can I do?”
Becca should really pursue acting. Her face shifts again, and she really looks upset. “I think my assistant is stealing from me, but I need to know how to handle it. Do I contact a lawyer first? Or the cops? And what can they even charge her with? What if I don’t have enough evidence?”
He drops his arm from the couch to around her shoulders. “First, take a breath. Let me type this in a note real quick. I’ll ask around tomorrow at the firm and see what I can come up with.”
Becca smiles a knowing smile, and I just know that one is for us. “I’m surprised you don’t have a password. I feel like everything is so locked up nowadays. It’s intimidating. That’s kind of hot, Austin.”
He licks his bottom lip. “You think so? Would it impress you even more if I told you my phone doesn’t have one either?”
She giggles, leaning in and kissing his cheek—and I fucking hate that.“Oh my God, yes. It impresses mesomuch more.”
“Good.” He winks at her.
Austin removes his arm from around her and begins typing. Becca leans her head on his shoulder as he continues to type everything she tells him.
A minute or two of small talk later, he shuts his laptop, giving his attention back to my girlfriend.
“I have an idea that Ireallywant to try. Can we go to dinner with no phones, no smartwatches, no tech, just us? I’ll even let you drive one of my cars, your choice. She gives him puppy-dog eyes.
He glances down at her chest. “If it means I get to look at you all night, I’m so down.”
“Yay!”
She throws her arms around his neck, and his hands grab her waist.
I clench my fists tight to prevent me from kicking the door down.
“Come on. Let’s go.” She stands up and leaves her phone on the table right next to his and his laptop.
“After you, babe,” he tells her and then stares at her ass the entire time she walks to the door.
“How does a Bugatti Veyron sound?” She grabs the keys from the rack and jingles them in his face.
He shakes his head in disbelief. “Perfect.”
