Page 183 of Chaos has a Name
“Are you married? Single? Divorced? Into swinging?” she added, just to be funny.
Only, he didn’t laugh.
Not.
At.
All.
Yeah, this was a tough room. Honestly, she didn’t know why she was trying. It was clear he wasn’t into her. Maybe he was married, and just didn’t wear a ring.
It would figure.
All of the hot ones were scooped up by the pretty blondes who didn’t have to work on the reservation because her father made her.
“No, yes, no, and definitely not.”
Uh, okay.
She was pretty sure he was trying to be funny back, but she wasn’t one hundred percent positive. This man was an enigma, and her biggest issue was always having to figure out an enigma.
Oh, this was going to bite her in the ass.
At that very minute, Rayna couldn’t figure Caspian out. What she did know was his hands were giant, his cologne was really alluring, and that she would bet he was damn interesting if he just opened up.
She wasn’t even thinking sex because that might melt her in that seat, but she was betting he could hold his own in bed.
The bottom line for her was that he was giving off good energy, and that also worked in his favor.
“Any siblings?” she asked, as she drove back down the rocky road toward where her father was.
He nodded.
“Five. All brothers.”
Oh, well, that seemed like a good area to discuss. Maybe he’d open up a bit, or maybe he just wasn’t into her. She could be pushy at times, and this just might be one of those times.
“Where are they in the world?” she asked. “Do you get to see them at all?”
He was to the point, and didn’t mind her asking since it was a very safe topic.
“One is married with kids in Omaha, one is divorced and a playboy, one is in the Air Force as a General, and two died in combat. One in Mogadishu and one in Kosovo. I don’t see them much, especially the dead ones.”
Oh, boy.
Now, she was horrified. That safe topic wasn’t so safe after all.
“I’m sorry for your loss,” she said, not knowing what to say. “I probably shouldn’t have asked. I didn’t mean to pry, Caspian. Really,” she said, putting her free hand on his thigh to offer him some sympathy.
Losing two brothers in combat had to be something very difficult to get beyond.
As he looked down at her hand on his thigh, it sent shockwaves through his body.
Right to his dick.
Now, he had an erection, and knew this was the worst possible situation to be in. Slowly, he began meditating in his head, willing that bump in his cargo pants to disappear.
Or for him too.
