Page 28 of Our Cracked Pieces
Rowan~
Ihad no idea why I bothered waiting in the lobby whenever I came here. Mystic was never on time when I picked her up from here, and I always had to storm the castle and physically pull her to freedom.
The way the man was with his wife, you’d think he feared I was going to kidnap her and jet her off to some private island, never to be seen or heard from again, instead of going to get spa treatments only four blocks over.
Gage Evan was a complete nutjob.
Ready to kick off my vacation the right way, I had scheduled mid-day spa treatments for me and Mystic today, so that when I officially walked out of my office tomorrow, I’d be vacation ready.
And even if I was only going to dinner with my brother tomorrow night, you never know who I might meet at the bar, and I preferred to be waxed, buffed, and smooth-ready for the possibilities.
“Well, isn’t this a nice surprise,” came a smooth, deep, sexy-as-hell voice that I’d recognize anywhere.
Steeling myself-because one had to steel themselves against the man-I turned around to face Lorcan Cavanaugh. “Lorcan,” I acknowledged. He chuckled, and the sound sent tingles down my spine.
“Hey, baby,” he returned, and I rolled my eyes.
“Stop calling me that,” I said, repeating the request for the millionth time already. “My name is Rowan. Only two syllables, big guy. C’mon, you can do it. I have faith in you.”
The asshole smirked. “We’ll compromise, and I’ll just call you both.”
I cocked my head. “How’s that a compromise?”
“I’ll call you Rowan in public, and baby in private,” he said cheekily. “Perfect compromise.”
“Does that shit actually work on women?”
“Evidently not,” he huffed, and it took everything I had not to smile at him.
That was the problem I had with Lorcan Cavanaugh. I was attracted to the man because, well just look at him. What red-blooded woman wouldn’t be attracted to him? He was everything you imagined when you were in the privacy of your bedroom with your hand between your legs.
Lorcan Cavanaugh was the very definition of dominant, and I seriously doubted he was the type to let the woman call the shots in the bedroom. So, since control was the very thing I needed in that type of situation, I couldn’t let myself get distracted by his good looks and charm.
Because the bastard was good-looking and charming as hell.
“What are you doing here, anyway?” I asked as if it were my business.
He grinned. “Mystic called me earlier and told me to take Gage to lunch, so she could go have a spa day with you in peace.”
I laughed. “Christ, that man has it bad.”
Something came over Lorcan’s face, and if I didn’t know better, I’d think it was sympathy. “The man already lost her once,” he said. “I don’t blame him if he’s a little overboard now.”
“He’s lucky she loves him so much,” I remarked. “That kind of smothering would drive me crazy.”
Lorcan slid his hands in his pockets and rocked back on his heels. “You’re forgetting something important, baby.”
“What’s that?” I asked, ignoring the endearment.
“She lost him, too.”
I shrugged. “That’s a fair point.”
Stepping to me, Lorcan pulled his hands out of his pockets and slid one strong, warm around my waist, and pulled me close as if we were a couple.
I arched at brow at him.
“Let me take you to dinner,” he said, those piercing grey eyes staring down at me.
