Page 184 of Sinful Like Us
But I can’t.
They can’t know that I spent the night in her bedroom. Or that we’ve run out of condoms days ago and have resorted to going down on each other, hand jobs, and fingering. We’re both too sexually frustrated, and that’s on top of the power flickering out randomly. Sporadically. At the worst possible times.
But that’s not what has built her emotions to a cliff.
Luckily, I can say what has out loud. “She’s been missing her cats.”
Tony zones in on me. “How can you tell?”
“She’s told me. Not being able to call home and know they’re safe is hard on her. She’s used to being sent videos and pictures when she’s traveling.”
“She’s urgent?” Akara asks me.
“I just said she’sfine,” Tony cuts in.
Oscar gives him a look. “It’s not a knock on you, bro. Banks spends time with Jane off-duty. He knows her personally.”
When Tony calms down, I confirm, “She’s urgent, but she won’t want to go.”
I can already picture my girlfriend prioritizing Sulli and Joana over herself.
With all the intel on the table, Akara has a hard choice. Oscar should be going if Charlie is going. He’s one of the only men capable of keeping Charlie safe.
But that means Joana is onboard over Sulli.
He makes a decision. “The clients going are Charlie, Luna, Beckett, and Sulli. As for the two bodyguards, I have to stay here.” He’s the lead and needs to be with the core group. “So I’m sending Farrow and Banks.”
Goddammit.
No one complains or backtalks or second-guesses, but I’m not happy to be split from Jane—if or when that time comes. Leaving her back here with that shitbag…
I shove down my feelings.
And I focus on my duty. If something happens to one of them, the world will mourn. So many people idolize these famous families. They represent something bigger than themselves. They are hope and inspiration and light in dark times, and inadvertently, by protecting them, we’re protecting that essence too.
Once the meeting ends, we disperse.
Most men head into the living room, and Jack Highland sees the trail of incoming bodyguards. He stands off the fireplace hearth, freeing his spot for us to get warm.
“Where are you going, Long Beach?” Oscar asks in passing. “You move one muscle from that fire, you’re going to turn into an icicle.” He flashes a grin. “I already see your weak California blood crystallizing as I speak.”
Jack smiles as he lowers back down. “Not all of us have warm sweatshirts like you.” He looks him over. “You willing to part with it?”
I’m not sure if he’s flirting. All I know is that Jack has said he’s straight.
Oscar pulls off his Yale sweatshirt and lightly chucks the clothing to Jack.
“You sure?” Jack asks, about to pull his arms through the holes.
“For sure. It’s already in your hands, Long Beach,” Oscar says with a laugh, and I leave that interaction behind when I find Jane on a chair scribbling math equations in her notebook.
I can’t comfort her here. But I walk over anyway, cautious of Tony in sight. He plucks an almanac off the shelf and sprawls on a couch.
Her blue eyes lift off the notebook. “I’m better, really. Did the meeting go well?”
“Menzamenz.”Half and half.
She smiles at my use of Italian, and the rest of the morning, we playCluewith Maximoff and Farrow, the board game worn and dusty from being crammed in a cupboard.
