Page 57 of Act of Brotherhood
“You dared to callmeodd,” she chastised playfully.
He grinned and lifted her off her feet a moment before giving her a peck on the lips and setting her down again. “Beauty, you make me want to steal you away for all eternity.”
She kissed his cheek and drew back slightly, worried they were being too affectionate in public.
Garth growled and yanked her back against him. He apparently didn’t carehowmuch public display of affection they indulged in. “You won’t be getting away from me that easy.”
“This has been nice,” she said, feeling the need to express as much.
“Dinner and ice cream?” He took hold of her free hand with his. “That is a really cheap date. You didn’t even let me get you two scoops.”
“Hey, Clara would be shocked I’m eatingthismuch. She likes to make fun of my food choices.”
“Was she for or against the cupcakes?” questioned Garth.
“Against.”
He nodded. “I like her.”
Nicolette laughed. “She also hates my gray drinks. She says they taste like grass.”
His brows lifted. “She was foolish enough to try one?”
“You’re trouble.”
He nipped playfully at her. “Of the worst kind, beauty. Want to get into trouble with me?”
“I’m pretty sure I already am,” answered Nicolette. She’d already been more daring, freer with him than she’d ever been in her life. Taking him home with her had been bigger than skydiving.
Way bigger.
Her cell rang and she sighed. The thought of ignoring it sounded nice.
Garth kissed her cheek. “Beauty, what if it’s your friend? Won’t she worry about you and the Viking-Cupcake Dude?”
Nicolette stilled. Had she told Garth about what Clara had said?
Her phone rang again, and she answered. “Yes?”
“Oh good, you’re not a murder victim,” said Clara with a laugh. “I want to hear all about the mind-blowing sex with the cupcake guy.”
As the side of Garth’s mouth tugged slowly upwards, she wondered if he could hear Clara. “Can’t really discuss it right now.”
“Why? Is his head between your legs?” asked Clara with a snort. “Hold up, if his head is between your legs, why in the hell are you answering your phone?”
Garth’s smile moved to full-blown. His gaze skimmed down her and Nicolette squeaked, positive the man had heard what had been said.
“Ohmygod, stop. I’m standing here with him.”
“Was that a yes or no regarding his head between your legs?” asked Clara, snorting as she continued to laugh. “Did the Viking raid your panties? Did he conquer your nether regions?”
“I kind of hate you right now,” said Nicolette, knowing her face was beet red.
Garth leaned close. “I like her. I’m all in for raiding your panties and conquering your nether regions.”
Clara cackled so loudly that Nicolette had to pull the phone from her ear to avoid hearing loss. She stared at Garth as she did, her face heating more.
He kissed her forehead. “Beauty, it’s going to happen again very soon, so I suggest you get used to the idea.”
