Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“Hi, nice to meet you. I feel like I already know you. Where do I know you from?”
“The news. My husband has a hard time staying out of other people’s business.”
His hand twitched, like he wanted to spank her ass.
I laughed at the thought.
“Old habits die hard,” he announced, leaning back into the sofa. “It’s my job to involve myself in other people’s business.”
“That’s where I know you from!” I pointed at him. “You were that District Attorney who almost died, right? You got caught in the crossfire of a shootout in Miami?”
“The one and only.”
Amira rolled her eyes at her husband, breathing a sigh of relief. “Don’t remind me, worst night of my life. But thanks to your husband—”
“He’s not my husband,” I corrected, looking over at Aiden who didn’t bat an eye at her assumption.
“Oh, I apologize.”
“No need,” Aiden coaxed. “There are worse names I could be called.”
What the hell?
“You mean like Savior,” Amira professed, bringing my attention back to her. “Thanks to you, my husband is alive.”
I never expected her to follow-up with that. “What?”
“Dr. Pierce performed emergency surgery on Damien. He saved his life.”
What was Aiden doing in Miami?
“I was just doing my job,” Aiden simply stated as if it weren’t a big deal.
“Wow… I had no idea.”
“I owe this good doctor my life.” In a caring gesture, Damien gripped onto Aiden’s shoulder. “I’m no longer DA, but I still work in the Department of Justice. I don’t like owing people and it’s been almost five years and here I am waiting to return the favor.”
Aiden laughed him off, however, there was an eeriness in Mr. Montero’s tone that meant business.
What did he mean by that?
Aiden grabbed my hand and kissed it, like he knew what I was thinking and wanted to reassure me.
“What are you doing in North Carolina?” I asked, curious to know.
“I’m looking into a case. How’s Noah?” he questioned, quickly changing the subject.
“He’s good.”
“Staying out of trouble?”
“Define trouble?”
We all laughed.
“Tell him I send my regards.”
“Will do.”
“It was good seeing you, Dr. Pierce.”
“Likewise.”
They left, but not before Damien leaned over and murmured something in Aiden’s ear. Even after we said our goodbyes, I couldn’t shake the feeling there was more going on.
Aiden didn’t have any enemies. Everyone loved him.
And then it hit me.
Hard and fast.
The dancing, the way he said, “Home.”
It was when I realized, I was falling in love with him…
Too.
Chapter 21
<>Aiden<>
“You tired?”
She shook her head no.
“Good.”
By the time we walked back into the house, it was well after two in the morning, and I still didn’t want the night to end.
With her heels in her hand, I guided her down to the basement, unlocking a secret door. I flicked on a few lights, illuminating the wine cellar beneath the stairs.
“How did I not know this was here?”
“I keep it locked.”
“Don’t trust me? Or the boys?” She smirked.
“Who do you think?”
“They’re good kids.”
Or so she thought…
They were still little boys with their balls dropping. One was a handful alone, and the other you never knew what you’d get.
I didn’t waver, looking through my selection of aged wines, revealing, “I caught Jackson in his room with Willow.”
She gasped. “No, you didn’t! What did you do?”
“Handed him a condom.”
She slapped my arm.
“I’m kidding.”
“What were they doing?”
“He says they were just hanging out, with her head in his lap.”
“Oh man… was she?”
“No, but why else would her head be in his lap, Cami?”
“I don’t know. Maybe that’s how she wanted to talk to him.”
“Before or after she sucked his coc—”
“No!” She put her hands over her ears. “I’m not listening to this. How can you be so nonchalant about it?”
“He’s a boy.” I shrugged.
“And that means? What if it was Journey with her head on—”
The expression on my face rendered her speechless. I grabbed a bottle of wine and walked out of the cellar before she could continue. Not allowing images of my daughter in a compromising position cross my mind. Knowing damn well no good would come of it.
Plain and simple, Jackson was a boy. Journey was my baby girl, and the last thing I wanted to think about was how I’d kill a son of a bitch.
“Did you talk to him about it at least?”
The fact she was so concerned about my boy, warmed my heart. I smiled, taking the wine opener from the drawer.
“Aiden, seriously, did you talk to him? Girls shouldn’t even be in his room, let alone with the door closed.” She followed me out to the back patio. “Please tell me it’s not okay with you?”
“Of course not.”
“Alright, good. So, what did you talk about?”
“Cami,” I stressed, setting the bottle on the table. “Do you really want to talk about Jackson right now?”
“Depends.” She folded her arms over her chest, and it made her tits pop at the seams. “Did you really hand him a condom?”