“Not to you.”
“No,” I concede.
Jesus, did I make a bad situation worse?
Pigeon Creek isn’t perfect, and the people are just that—people. Some are dicks; some are saints. But writing them off as fuckers speaks of a past that isn’t my place to fix.
I get why she’s isolated, I get why she doesn’t trust them, but…
“You’re a Korhonen, Zee.”
“It shouldn’t matter.”
“Not saying it’s right, not saying it’s fair, but you own the town. You’re not a little girl anymore. You. Own. The. Town.”
“Colt does.”
“What’s his is yours.”
“Only because the fool didn’t make me sign a prenup,” she grouches on a sigh. “Honestly, he has no self-preservation skills. Which this entire conversation attests to.”
“Good thing you’ve no desire to hurt him, then.”
“Or leave him. He’s lucky I love him.” She gusts out her cheeks. “So, he’ll need a bodyguard too, won’t he?”
“With all those billions in the bank? Duh. He might argue, but he can. Callan and I will wrangle him under our control.”
“I’d pay to see that.”
“You’re a Korhonen,” I repeat. “You get front-row seats for free.”
Her chuckle tells me we turned a corner without me really knowing how we did, but hey, it’s better than nothing.
Of course, an unintended perk to all of this is that if Zee has a bodyguard when she’s out, and Tee will be with her because they’re glued at the hip… she’ll be protected too.
That pleases me more than I can ever admit out loud.
Fuck, Tee is...
I don’t think there’s an adjective for what she is.
Luminous.
Like a fireworks display on July 1st.
Eyes darting everywhere, trying to spot all the pretties, but there are too damn many pretties to catch up…
When she called me Daddy, I wanted to haul her onto the trunk and ravage her goddamn mouth until those pretty lips were sore from my kisses.
“Cody?”
I blink at the road. “Sorry. My mind drifted onto work. We had a busy day.”
Not.
In all honesty, this gig in Pigeon Creek is exactly the break I need, even if I’m bored by it.
The biggest trouble we’ve had is this MC bullshit. Beyond that, we had to deal with some fights over at the casino and a teacher at the local boarding school calling us in because a pupil tossed paint at her car.