Page 22 of Only for the Moment
She snorted. “That’s every bad-boy rocker’s motto.”
“Well, not everyone.” Vinny’s tone held the residue of both anger and sadness, tugging at her heart. She knew Weekend Washout had gone through a hard time with their lead singer recently, going off on a world tour of his own with a new boyfriend, leaving the band highand dry in the meantime. Now that Washout was back on an even keel, they were moving forward with a new album, but it had taken time to fix what Chad Rezler had almost destroyed.
“Is Ike giving you the runaround over there then?” Vincent asked.
Kennedy cleared her throat. God, did she even want to open this door? Once on the scent, Vinny could be like a dog with a bone. But…she needed to talkto someone. “No more so than the usual entitled rocker,” she teased, forcing the words out through a tight throat. Her brother’s laugh filled her ears.
She cleared her throat again. “He’s actually been great.”
The pause on the line made her groan inwardly.Dog. Bone.
Hell.
“Great, huh?” The gruff who’s-been-messing-with-my-little-sister tone had her swallowing hard. “He’s not pulling anythingwith you, is he? Because I can come over there and ki—”
She sputtered. “Vinny…”
“Spill, Ken.”
Grateful they weren’t on video chat, she rolled her eyes. “There’s nothing to spill, really.”
“And that right there tells me there is.”
Her breath huffed out on a laugh. “Is that so?”
“That’s so.”
The trace of amusement in Vincent’s voice soothed her frazzled nerves. “We’ve just been hanging outtogether, that’s all.”
“Let me guess,” he said. “You found out he’s a little more like me than you were bargaining for, didn’t you?”
She rubbed at the throbbing along her brow.
“We don’t have to talk about this if you don’t want to, Ken, but I’m thinking you called because you want to. And we can. Totally up to you.”
“There’s really nothing to talk about, is there?” A sigh emptied her lungs.“He’s a…something…”
“A Dom.”
“And I’m not a…”
“A sub.”
“Stop putting words in my mouth!”
“If they’re the right words, who cares which one of us says them?”
“You’re infuriating, you know that?”
Her brother’s chuckle raised her temper even more. “But you love me anyway.”
He was right; she did. But she didn’t have to admit it right this moment. “He’s my client, Vin. Not…well, not anythingelse.”
“Not yet, but you wouldn’t call me, this wouldn’t even be on your radar if something wasn’t happening between you. So talk.”
Sometimes she didn’t know whether to punch her brother or hug him. Since they weren’t in the same room, neither was an option, but really, what was the point of prolonging the agony? So she talked. No matter how clinical and objective she tried to be as she describedher interactions with Isaac, even she could hear the emotions lurking beneath the words. Emotions she didn’t want to acknowledge any more than she did her brother’s response: “And?”
“And what?”
