Page 104 of Indigo Sky

“Oh, yeah, baby. That’s it. Do it how I like it.”

Then, “That ass is so hot.”

And, “Show Daddy what you can do.”

I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing until he whined and groaned uncontrollably, which was followed immediately by an, “Oh God, I’m sorry.”

“It happens, hon,” Kate said sweetly. “It’s okay.”

“I’m such an idiot,” he said, the womanizer now gone, replaced by a little boy who was seemingly close to crying.

“No, you’re not. I promise.”

I smiled, remembering how I’d been that first time we met, but I wiped it clean from my face when the kid opened the curtain and hurried down the hall, red-faced and uncomfortable. Kate hadn’t emerged yet, and I peeked inside to find her putting her sequined bra back on.

I stepped inside and closed the curtain behind me.

“You sure you don’t wanna wait around to kiss him in the parking lot?” I teased, pressing my back to the wall to watch her get dressed.

Her eyes, full of mirth and nostalgia, met mine. “I told you, I only do that with the special ones.”

“Yeah? And how many special ones have there been?”

She slowly stepped toward me, her six-inch heels tapping along the tiled floor. “Just one.”

“Wow,” I said, as if impressed. “Must’ve been areallyspecial guy then.”

Her hands slid over my chest and up to my shoulders as she nodded. “Pretty much my dream guy if I had to put a label on him.”

“Dream guy, huh?” I gripped her hips, my hands hugging her sides. “That’s pretty serious. Should I be worried?”

She shook her head, leaning in, her lips barely skating across mine. “Never.”

A strangled groan rumbled from my chest as she pressed one kiss, then another to my mouth. I inhaled deeply.

“You have to get back to work.”

She smiled. “So do you, Mr. Bodyguard.”

“Bodyguard,” I huffed, rolling my gaze toward the low-lit ceiling. “Come on. We’ll get back to this later.”

I kissed her once more, ensuring she would sense my imprint until I could have her in my arms again, and we put our love to the back of our minds.

As I watched her work from the bar, Scott slid a bottle of water my way. I thanked him and took a sip, never taking my stare away from Indigo Sky for long.

“It’s pretty bad, huh?”

“What?” I asked, not bothering to look his way.

“This thing going on with Indie. The stalker shit.”

I shrugged one shoulder. “I don’t really know how bad it is,” I admitted. “But the cops have been involved twice now, and we aren’t any closer to knowing who the fucker is …” My words trailed off as I considered an abrupt question.

Can you trust him?

I kept my gaze on Kate as she weaved between tables, beaming down at customers from atop her six-inch stilettos. Acting like it was any other Friday. But was she thinking the same thing?

Could we really trustanyone?

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