Page 66 of Drowning Her

Sawyer’s eyes were, in fact, glued to my sister. He didn’t even notice me watching him.

“Yep. Why?”

“Doesn’t he seem off to you?”

Yes, the leader of a hitman-for-hire execution company wouldhaveto be at least alittleoff. But Fiona didn’t know about that.

“You know,youseem off to me right now,” I said. “What’s going on?”

“I feel like I’ve met him before. Like I know him from somewhere, you know?”

“He’s your brother-in-law. You know that, right?” I squeezed her hand. “I’m sure you’ve run into each other in the past year. Family gatherings. Pickups. Carpools. Whatever.”

“I don’t think that’s it.”

I studied Sawyer. He had never spoken of Fiona, but now that I thought of it, whenever I invited her to the farm, he happened to be gone.

Perhaps he wasavoidingher.

Now, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. But that wasn’t unusual. Fiona was classically gorgeous.

“Maybe I’m making things up,” Fiona said. “Who knows? Everything has been weird lately.”

Fiona had a strong internal compass, but she also had a hard time believing in her own instincts, especially since she had dropped out of medical school. But I trusted Sawyer, tosome extent, at least. No—better put, I trusted my husband to tell me if my sister was under any sort of threat.

Which was why I had chosen not to tell her about the Feldman Farm yet.

“If I find anything out, I’ll let you know,” I said. “But come on. Guys are always checking you out.Iknow you’re hot. But when will you figure out that you’re hot?”

We hugged each other, then two small hands grabbed my hips from behind. “My sisters from another mister!” Bambi said. She kissed my cheek, then Fiona’s.

“I’m glad you got time off!” I said. “Are they working you hard?”

She shifted her weight to one hip, proud to be the new manager at The Trap. “The owner likes to think that he runs the show, but I do,” she winked. Once Bambi had gotten over the shock of not having to work to survive anymore, she had gravitated toward The Trap. It was what she knew best. She didn’t want to do any more dates, but she liked being able to look out for the dancers who did. And with the trust the Feldmans had secured for her, she didn’t have to worry about money anymore. She could do the kinds of jobs she wanted.

And with a woman managing the club, the dancers could advocate for themselves in a way that they hadn’t before.

“How are you doing, Fiona?” Bambi asked.

“You know,” Fiona said. “Surviving.”

Bambi and I both rolled our eyes. Fiona’s version of ‘surviving’ was a lot different from ours. But I eyed Bambi, warning her not to tell my sister anything about what we had been through. The longer Fiona was able to stay innocent of our sex work and the Feldman Farm, the better.

“Your man is waiting by the pool,” Bambi whispered.

“Thanks,” I said.

Once I made sure that everyone was occupied and entertained, I slipped out the double doors in the back of the ballroom. Wilder stood next to the pool, the light from under the water silhouetting his body. He was handsome in a suit, but it wasn’t him. He was the man in long sleeves. Sweat on his skin. A gleam in his stormy eyes that saw past everything. That was my Wilder.

I locked the doors behind me. Wilder turned; his shirt was unbuttoned. I ran a hand over the hair on his chest, relishing in him.

Wasting no time, he brought his lips to mine, searching me. Though we had more practice since our first kiss, he was still forceful, still demanding in everything he did. And I loved it. He picked up the sides of my dress until his warm hands were on my waist. I lifted my hands, letting him undress me. He growled when he saw my bare skin, then cupped my pussy, rubbing his palm on my clit, his cock hard against his leg. I pressed a hand into him, enjoying his length, and he unbuckled and unzipped himself, then brought out a pair of handcuffs.

“Can you be quiet?” he murmured. Sawyer was in the ballroom, and he knew we were into some screwed-up stuff. Fiona had an idea, but she, luckily, didn’t know the details.

As long as Sawyer and Fiona were in there, distracting the rest of the group, no one would hear us.

“Yes,” I said.

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