Page 29 of Seduced By You

She reached for my phone in the center console. “It’s Blaize.”

I frowned. “What does he want?”

Dropping my phone in her lap, she pressed two fingers to her temples. “Hang on a sec. I need to tune in to my psychic abilities.” She laughed. “How the hell do I know?”

“It was rhetorical.” I flicked her with the back of my hand. “Answer it for me.”

“What am I, your secretary?” She picked up the phone. “Lord Kingcaid’s mobile. May I help you?”

I burst out laughing, cocking my ears to pick up Blaize’s deep baritone. He was laughing, too, although I couldn’t make out what he was saying.

“One sec.” She tapped something on the phone. “Okay, you’re on speaker. Keep the locker room talk to a minimum, please, Kingcaid brothers. There’s a lady present.”

Blaize laughed harder. I’d told him all about Lee, including my obsession with her, though I hadn’t had the chance to introduce Lee to any of my family. I trusted him to keep my confidence. He’d never throw me under the bus like that.

“What’s up, bro?”

“I believe you’re in London.”

I leaned forward and glanced through the windshield and up at the gloomy gray sky. “Have you got a drone following me or something?”

“No. I injected a tracking device into you a long time ago.”

“I wouldn’t put it past you.”

“If I could’ve gotten away with it when you were a teenager, I would have. In case he hasn’t told you, Leesa, he was a complete delinquent from ages thirteen to sixteen.”

“All right, all right. Don’t share all my secrets.”

Blaize chuckled. “Mom told me you’re going to a wedding.”

“Yeah. Lee’s ex.” I glanced sideways at her, one eyebrow raised in query. I didn’t want her to think I was speaking out of turn.

“Your brother has kindly agreed to accompany me as my fake boyfriend so I can stick two fingers up at that jerk I almost married.”

The pause on the line was less than two seconds, but I caught it. Lee, though, appeared oblivious.

“Is that right? What a stellar guy my brother is.”

Yep, caught that, too. The drawl loaded with sarcasm.

“Yeah, he’s a good egg.”

“Aha!” I pointed at her. “Right there. A weird British saying, even if it has caught on in America. And that one is odder than ‘a minute,’ or ‘a hot minute.’?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she retorted. “There’s no comparison. It might have started in Britain, but it’s used the world over. ‘A good egg’ is a brilliant saying. And it has an opposite—a bad egg. What’s the opposite of ‘a hot minute’? A cold minute? Of course not, because that makes no sense.”

“Actually, the opposite of a hot minuteisa cold minute. It means a very short amount of time.”

Lee’s eyebrows flew up her head. “You’re kidding?”

“Nope.”

“Good God.”

I laughed. Blaize wouldn’t have the faintest idea what we were talking about, but it didn’t matter. This was how it was with Lee and me. We lived in our own world most of the time.

“You two do remember I’m here, right? I mean, much as I’d love to play third wheel to such quick-witted repartee for the next several hours, I did actually call for a reason.”

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