Page 140 of The Billion Heirs Boxed Set
She clears her throat, a crackle through the phone line. “I’ve been trying to get in touch with you for a week. I finally got someone from your shop to give me your cell number.”
“Oh? Who?”
“I think his name was Dave.”
Dave Wilson, one of my mechanics in New York. He’s fired. This is my private number, not something anyone shares.
“What can I help you with, Rhonda?”
“Well, I—”
The door hinges squeak. Sadie steps into the garage and looks around, her gaze stopping on me.
In that damned black skirt, her bare legs going from here to heaven. Fuck!
“I have to call you back,” I say to Rhonda, ending the call.
Sadie takes a tentative step toward me. Then another. I don’t say anything as she makes her approach.
She tips her chin up when she’s right before me. “You’re being an asshole.”
I lift my eyebrows. Her words are completely unexpected.
“Me? I’m not the one who’s ashamed of us.”
“Have you told your brothers about us?”
Well, shit.
She shifts her hands to her hips.
“No.”
“Why’s that?” She tilts her head.
“It’s none of their business.”
“Just like it’s none of Mark’s business,” she counters.
Fuck, she has a point.
“Are you going to get fired and lose your income if Austin and Chance have an issue with us being together, even though you know I’ve already told them I don’t think any of you had anything to do with the murder?”
I open my mouth. Close it.
“Just as I thought.” She spins around, walks away, and then looks over her shoulder. “Let me know when you get your head out of your ass.” Those words are tossed over her shoulder.
Fuck. Me.
“Wait.”
She stills but doesn’t turn.
“You’re right. I am an asshole.” I approach her slowly. With the same caution as one would take when trying to touch a wildcat, I put my hands on Sadie’s hips, lean down, and kiss her shoulder.
She turns in the circle of my arms. “What set you off?”
I reach up and stroke her sleek hair. “My mother changes men at the same pace most people change their sheets. She’s a shitty example of being in a solid relationship. So I don’t do them. I’ve been with women, but they know the score. One and done.”
