Page 66 of Stowaway Whirlwind
“‘Fraid I’m fresh out,” he drawls. “I only brought enough for the doctor’s appointment.”
Bullshit. I take a calming breath so I don’t start yelling. “Then give me your card.”
Davis shakes his head. “Can’t. Left it at home.”
“All of them?”
“Yup.”
I stomp my boot on the cracked asphalt. I know he’s lying, but I’m not strong enough to force him to hand over his wallet. If Lily weren’t with us, I could maybe tempt Davis into some kind of trade. I bet a middle-of-the-day blow job would do the trick. My core clenches with a thrill at the thought. But since that isn’t an option…
I crack open the back door, surprised that it’s unlocked, and lunge across the seat to the other side. I grab Lily’s diaper bagfrom the footwell beneath her car seat and rifle through it with growing frustration.
I sit up on my knees to lean over the middle to get in Davis’s face. “You took my phone out of the diaper bag, didn’t you?” Now, I can’t even pay with my wallet app.
“Yup.” He pops theP, throws the truck in drive, and speeds out of the lot fast enough for the back door to swing closed on its own.
“Davis, goddamnit!” I fall back, cursing up a storm as I buckle myself in.
He chuckles. “That’s four, baby. Keep it up.”
Davis
I’m flying high the whole way home, blessed by green light after green light. If the universe is on my side, I’ll get home fast enough to transfer Lily, who fell asleep while we were waiting for Goldie in the store, from her car seat to her crib so I can have my way with her mama.
My dick is a steel rod in my jeans as I make the turn onto our driveway, but spotting the pair sitting on our porch swing kills my boner in an instant.
Goldie leans forward after unbuckling her seat belt, peering through the windshield. “Who are they?” There’s a slight tremble to her voice, anticipating some kind of trouble.
She’d be right.
I sigh. “That’s my sister. I don’t know who the guy is.”
“What is she doing here?”
“Guess she changed her mind.” At this point, though, I’m not sure if I even want her here.
The pair stand when we get out of the truck and meet them on the front porch after hustling through the rain, with Goldie holding a swaddling blanket draped over Lily so she doesn’t get wet. My sister, with her sandy brown hair cut in a short bob, and I don’t embrace, though, of course, I have the impulse to do so. Neither of us smiles, and Goldie and the man shift around in the awkward atmosphere.
The first thing Amanda says is, “My key doesn’t work.” She stands almost six feet tall, taking after our dad’s side of the family, in a light gray pantsuit that I can’t imagine was all that comfortable on the airplane. She’s replaced the western boots she grew up wearing with pointy-toe, sleek black boots with heels.
I nod. “We had new keypad locks installed yesterday. Better security.”
“What’s the code?”
I almost open my mouth to tell her, but then her green eyes slide to Goldie on my left, tightening a fraction. I circle Goldie’s back to pull her close and point out the obvious. “It’s not your house anymore.” I bought her out after Dad left it to the both of us, though I hadn’t changed the locks ‘til now.
Her eyes drop, and her top lip curls slightly. “What’s on your shirt?”
“Baby shit.”
She raises a thin brow, looking at the baby in question.
The man with her, who’d been eyeing our exchange with growing concern, leans forward and sticks his hand out. “Hi, I’m Vincent. It’s nice to finally meet you, Davis.” He’s an inch or two shorter than Amanda in her heels, with an olive complexion, meticulously styled black hair, and a severe jawline. His brown eyes and deep voice are soft, however, when we shake hands.
“And you’re Amanda’s…?” The question lingers in the air as I look from him to Amanda and back again.
“Boyfriend,” he finally answers. Amanda makes a face that I can’t interpret, and Vincent shifts his attention to my side with pinched brows after shooting Amanda a questioning gaze at her silence. “You’re Goldie, I presume?” He sticks his hand out to her while Amanda tightens her grip on her designer travel bag.
