“What if I’m super horny and want to have an office quickie?”
His next nip included a warning growl. “Then you definitely disturb me. Got it?”
“Got it.” She bit him back before sitting up and away from him. “Can we get this off now?” She plucked a shoulder strap and snapped it against her flesh.
“Yep.” He trailed his fingers around the tight band. He needed to get her some proper fitting clothes to wear before they left for LA. Shoes too. “Let’s go find some scissors, and then we can do some online shopping.”
“Really?” Her eyes lit up, and Adam could have kicked himself for not realizing she needed her own things sooner.
“Yep.” He stood and settled her on her feet. “We’ll have everything delivered to the airport, and you can change on the plane tomorrow.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck, plastering herself against him, and by her mischievous expression he knew what was coming next. “Can we stop at McDonald’s on the way?”
He shuddered as his arms circled her waist, and she grinned.
“Please, Adam. I’ll buy you a salad.”
The prospect of a McDonald’s salad held little appeal, but if she wanted a Happy Meal, or whatever the fuck they called it, before going into battle. Then she was getting a Happy Meal, or whatever the fuck they called it, before going into battle. “Anything for you, princess.”
Her grin turned sassy. “You reallyhateMcDonald’s, huh?”
“You have no idea.” He kissed her quick before he took her hand. “Let’s go.”
They were out the door and into the kitchen before she pulled up short. “Wait! I forgot my shirt.” She spun around and disappeared back into the office just as Gray’s voice reverberated down the hallway.
“Hey, motherfuckers! I’m home…”
CHAPTERTHIRTY-FIVE
On the huntfor her brother, Gray spotted Adam in the kitchen, and her heart clutched. She’d missed him. More than she thought possible. And she had so much to tell him. About Mallorca. Chase. Florida.
She rushed forward, and unprepared for her enthusiastic greeting, he caught her at the last second, staggering a step back as she crashed into his chest. Her arms around his neck, she hugged him tight like she had when they were kids.
Her relief was real when he hugged her back.
“Miss me?” they said at the same time.
When they snorted in unison, her grin split her face.
“I’m glad you’re back, squirt.”
“Me too.” She squeezed him a last time, and he set her down. “I have so much to tell you.”
“Yeah, I have a few things to tell you too. Actually, there’s someone—”
“I’m married,” she blurted, heat creeping into her cheeks. “To Chase. He’s a persistent fucker.” She shrugged, held up her hand, and wiggled her fingers, showing off the wedding band she wore. “He made me do it.”
Adam cocked a brow. “Are you happy, or do I need to bury him six feet under?”
She laughed and dropped her arm. “I’m happy.”
“Then I’m happy for you.” He tweaked the bill of her Yankees cap. “Listen, there’s something—”
“Tara was dying.”
Caught off guard by the rapid change in the direction of their conversation, he frowned and shook his head. “I’m sorry, what?”
“Tara…” Gray looked at the floor, the industrial-sized fridge, the ring on her finger. The visit with Mr. and Mrs. Pisani had been hard. Their grief still fresh, they’d both cried. She had too. She missed her friend. She always would. But not being able to tell them the truth about what happened to their daughter had hurt her the most.
