Page 26 of Viktor

Before he could even open the first email, Gabe sat down beside him.

“What’s going on with you?”

“Trying to get some work done.” He kept his voice brusque, a clear sign he didn’t want to talk about it, but Gabe was just like a brother and paid no attention to his shit.

“That’s not what I mean, and you know it.” He leaned back and stretched out his legs. “You got a thing for Sara.”

“She’s a client.”

“So?” Gabe asked. “Man, I’ve seen the way you look at her and the way she looks at you. There’s something there.”

“I don’t want to talk about this.”

“All I’m saying is…”

“She’s married, Gabe.” His mother would murder him.

“She’s getting a divorce.”

His mother would really murder him.

“I don’t want to be the rebound guy.”

“Who says you would be?” Gabe stretched, showing off the tattoos on his arms, the identical ones Viktor and all the men in their unit had. They’d had a tattoo artist design tribal artwork that would wrap around their shoulders and down their arms. It was badass then and remained badass now.

“You keep telling me you’re looking for love, and all I see you doing is running away from what might be the love of your life.”

“Really, Gabe?” He rolled his eyes. “I’ve known this woman for all of a week. I don’t think that qualifies for finding the love of your life.”

“She drives you nuts.” Gabe let a grin slide over his face. “I’ve seen it. I thought for sure there on Saturday you were going to strangle her when she tried to say you couldn’t go into the signing room with her this weekend.”

“Fuck that. If she thinks for a second I’m going to let her go anywhere without me, she’s got another thing coming.”

“Roger can’t get in the room with her either until they open it to the public.”

“Fucker, I swear, if you take her side…”

Gave laughed. “Fuck, no. I’m right there with you. It’s just funny as hell to watch the two of you argue.”

“We ran into her mother-in-law at the store.”

“Fun?”

“She’s a piece of work. Started screaming at Sara right there in the store.” Viktor shook his head, remembering the awful things she’d said.

“You shut that shit down?”

“Fuck, yeah. She’s as crazy as her son.”

They were interrupted by the sound of a car pulling up. Viktor turned to see an old, beat-up Chevy truck come to a stop. It was a vehicle he knew well.

Mason.

It was about fucking time.

He stood and walked down the porch steps to greet his baby brother. Mason was only twenty, soon to be twenty-one, and as arrogant as any of his brothers. He had shaggy black hair, eyes as dark as his own, and a grin that could scorch the panties right off a woman. The kid was a heartbreaker. It was going to take a strong female to knock him down a peg or two.

“Where you been? I called you a week ago.”

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