Page 24 of Our Cracked Pieces
“How’s my favorite baby maker?” I said, announcing my arrival.
Gage looked up, dropping his pen on the papers in front of him. “How the fuck would I know how your dick’s doing?”
I grinned and made myself comfortable in one of the chairs positioned in front of his huge oak desk. “My dick’s made no babies, yet, Evans,” I reminded him. “I’m talking about your wife, and you know it.”
“She’s bummed since she’s finalized her decision not to go back to work, if you must know,” he replied.
“I must know,” I informed him. “She’s carrying my godchildren.”
When Gage and Mystic had found out they were having twins, it had been a pleasant surprise to everyone. Especially, me. I’d been resigned to the fact that me and Rowan Lewis, Mystic’s best friend, were going to spend the rest of our lives fighting over our godchild, but with the announcement of two kids, well, now we didn’t have to share. The only fucked-up thing about it was that Mystic and Gage had wanted to be surprised, so they had refused to find out the sex of the babies. So, I had no idea what I was dealing with here.
The selfish assholes.
Gage rolled his eyes. “She’s fine, Lorcan.”
Of course, the sex of the babies didn’t matter, but if we got one girl and one boy, then I could have the boy and Rowan could have the girl.
“Maybe I’ll call her later,” I muttered, thinking out loud.
Gage let out a disbelieving laugh. “Christ, you sound just like Rowan,” he said. “She was over yesterday, interrogating me damn near, making sure Mystic was taking it easy and getting enough rest.”
“Rowan was at your house yesterday?” I asked, disapproval in my voice.
Gage’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t fucking start with me, Lorcan,” he said. “It’s not my fault you can’t seal the deal with the woman.”
I met Rowan Lewis last year when she had met Mystic for lunch while Mystic had been working for me. One look, and I’ve been stalking the woman ever since.
Now, that’s not to say I’ve been a monk this past year, but there was something about Rowan Lewis that made every woman I’ve been with lately just a little less appealing.
Rowan came at only five-foot-four-inches, but she was a powerful five-foot-four-inches. The woman had silky blonde hair that stopped just below her shoulders, a perfect fit for my fist, and her face was the classic blonde beauty. With blue eyes, arched brows, a dainty, straight nose, pink cheeks, and a full mouth, Rowan Lewis was truly beautiful.
And that body of hers?
Christ Almighty.
Looking at Rowan, you’d peg her for a typical air-headed, gold-digging blonde, but she wasn’t. The woman had a degree from Georgetown and was a fierce little thing. Strong, independent, and confident, Rowan was what little girls should aspire to be when they grew up.
However, her face paired with a body that belonged on a stripper stage, Rowan was underestimated often. I’d done it myself the first couple of months of knowing her. But could you blame me? Her face was perfect, and her tits were so big, I knew they’d spill out between my fingers if given the chance. Her wide hips gave her the sexiest hourglass-shaped figure, and my dick wanted her.
Badly.
But the woman kept turning me down, assuming I wasn’t serious beyond conquering her for a night. And while I did want to conquer her, for the first time in over a decade, I wanted to conquer a woman for more than one night.
Tilting my head from side-to-side, I cracked my neck. “I just don’t understand what her deal is,” I said. “We’d make pretty babies.”
Gage barked out a laugh. “Maybe she’s allergic to bullshit, Lor.”
“You know me better than anyone, save Molly, asshole,” I pointed out. “You know I’m not bullshitting. When have I ever chased a woman, much less for over a year?”
“Never,” Gage conceded. “But I think Rowan Lewis is probably the only woman on the planet who might be just a little too much for you, my friend.”
I grinned. “I hope so.”
Gage shook his head. “What the fuck are you really doing here, Lorcan?”
I straightened in my seat. “Simblastic Innovations,” I said. “What do you think?”
“I think the son who inherited the company is a fucking twit,” Gage replied. “But his wife seems sharp.”
