Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“Who’s Neha?” Adele demanded.
“I haven’t seen her.” His entire body came alive. “Where did you see her?”
Tavin pointed across the street to an outdoor café. “She and Sugar were right there.”
Fuck.
That meant not only had he not been there to see her when she got off the boat but also she was witness to this woman kissing him.
Holy fucking shit.
“Who’s Neha?”
“His girlfriend. Go away, no one is talking to you,” Tavin snapped.
“I have to go, Tavin.”
“I know. She’s not going to be happy, Dav.”
He knew but he would find a way to make it right. She would let him explain then they could celebrate her being back after so long. Whirling on his heels, he jogged off to where he’d parked his Jeep.
As he moved, he pulled out his phone and pressed call on her name. He scowled when it went straight to voicemail. She was checking her caller id and was not taking his call. An assumption he confirmed when it happened three more times in swift succession.
Hopping in his jeep, he started the engine and drove off in a flurry of wheels. Her car was parked at her complex and he ran to her door and knocked.
Nothing.
Like, not anything at all.
He tried once more than he went to the doorbell and tried it. A few seconds before a man opened the door.
“What?” He held a white bowl in his hand and was chewing on something.
This was not Sugar.
“Where’s Neha?”
He ran his tongue over his teeth, showing a few gold ones. Then he sniffed. “Who you?’
“Commander Bly.”
While he wanted to say her boyfriend, he couldn’t take that decision from her about when they took it public. He may want to, but he wasn’t going to do that.
“Not here.” He shrugged and turned around, his pants below his crotch showing off his gray paisley boxers.
“Then why are you?”
“I’m her brother, yo. What’s it to you? Who are you to come over here and be asking me all kinds of questions?”
“How long have you been here?”
“A week now,” he spat defiantly. “Why? She knows I’m here and let me stay.”
“Wrong answer. She’s been deployed and that means you are trespassing on private property.”
The man snorted. “Nope.”
Davin called his brother. “Her brother is here, he’s been here a week or so he claims that she knows and is letting him stay.”
“On my way.”
“Who you callin’?” His eyes were wider now as if realizing he were in a jam.
“My brother.”
“Not the cops?”
God he wanted to beat this pompous piece of shit. Behind him, he could see that her place had been trashed. Why hadn’t she been home yet? Had she had duty and that’s why she didn’t leave and come here.
It killed him to think of her stumbling in after a long time away, half asleep to find this loser squatting in her place. This wasn’t going to work.
He heard Tavin move up behind him and slid to the right. The brother watched. “Damn, y’all like twins n’ shit.” Another bite of food. “You know this?”
“Yeah, we did.”
“Hank Kirk, you’re under arrest for breaking and entering.”
“Who the fuck are you?”
“Sergeant Bly.”
“I’m calling her.” He reached for his brother’s phone. “She’s ignoring my number.”
“Don’t blame her,” Tavin said.
He snarled as he recognized her number was in his phone and they’d shared texts. Ignoring that bit, he called.
She answered on the first ring. “Hey Tavin.”
“It’s me.”
Even over the phone line he could feel the arctic chill sweeping him.
“I have nothing to say to you.”
“Tavin just arrested your brother. He was living in your place.”
“Fuck.”
She hung up.
He gave him the phone back and stared at the shirtless, low pants wearing sorry excuse for a brother the woman he’d fallen for was unlucky enough to have.
“She’s on her way.”
Hank didn’t look happy about that either. He shifted and Tavin tightened his hold on the man. The bowl full of cereal on the floor beside his bare feet.
No one spoke while they waited for Neha to arrive. Tavin gave a small jerk of his head that informed him his woman had just arrived. He took a deep breath and turned to find her there with Sugar.
Davin skimmed over her friend, he looked fine aside from the anger lining his olive features. His intention about looking there was simply to make sure the man was fine. Then he turned his gaze to Neha.
Her expression, unreadable.
His gaze hungry as he ran it over her. Fuck I’ve missed the hell out of her these past six months. And he had, his hand was a poor substitute for her touch and the way her pussy gripped him.
She wore black slacks, black boots with a chunky heel and a silk coral top that only made him want to remove it.
“Sis,” Hank said. “I told them it was okay for me to be here. Tell him so he’ll let me go.”