Kap slanted Graeme a look. “I won’t.”
The other man rolled his eyes. “Sure, you will. She’s under your skin, and from my own personal experience, when feelings are involved, things can go awry. Just let me take the lead.”
“No problem.”
Graeme was muttering under his breath as he slipped out of the car.
Kap followed, his head pounding and his hands sweating. Why? Why did this woman still send his senses spiraling?
Graeme rang the doorbell, but there was no answer. After a few moments, he knocked on the door. Jesus, the man just did not know his own damned strength. The door vibrated with each hit of his fist.
“I’m coming, Jesus,” someone grumbled. He knew that voice with a hint of Texas twang dripping from each syllable.
The door swung open, and he blinked.
Eden stood there, her hair a mess like she’d just woken up, and she was wearing a tank top and little sleep shorts.
“What the hell?” she grumbled, looking at Graeme. She hadn’t noticed Kap yet. Hard to see him with a giant taking up most of the space.
He knew from personal experience that she liked to sleep in those little bitty shorts.
“We need to talk to you.”
“We?”
Graeme moved so that she could see me. Her cheeks lost a little color when she saw Kap, but she didn’t address him. Her gaze went back to Graeme.
“What do you want?”
“I thought people from Texas were supposed to be nice.”
“Who the hell told you that? You know the state logo is Don’t Mess with Texas, right? Especially when a Texan had about three hours of sleep. Wait? What time is it?”
“It’s almost noon,” Kap said.
“Okay, four hours and horrible jet lag.”
Graeme sighed as if he was being put out. Kap rolled his eyes.
“Graeme would like to come in and talk to you about a case we’re working. Your name came up.”
She turned her attention to him, and he wanted to groan. Three years and all the lies she’d told him, and no other woman grabbed him by the balls with just a look. Her light blue eyes seemed to see more than he wanted to show her.
Then, she sighed and stepped back. They walked past her into the foyer, which led right into the living room. A large, grey sectional took up most of the room in front of a massive TV.
“What the fuck?” a male voice from up above bellowed.
“I don’t have the bandwidth to deal with this,” she muttered.
Kap looked up and saw a tall blond guy marching down the stairs. He was missing a shirt and was only wearing a pair of board shorts. In the last few months, he had run into Eden, but she had never had a man with her. Jealousy hit him harder than he would ever admit. Again, three years and she still got to him. So much so that Kap was thinking of punching the asshole for irritating Eden.
“What the hell are they doing here?”
“I don’t know, and if you don’t stop yelling, I will shoot you.”
Kap blinked and looked at Eden. She sighed.
“El, this is Graeme MacGregor from TFH Team Alpha,” she said, motioning to Graeme. Then she pointed at Kap. “The other one is Kap. Gentlemen, this is my brother Elwood.”
