Page 90 of Tapped

Micah

Brax frowns. “You told her the only guy who knew who the hitman was was killed?”

“Yes, I told her. Why wouldn’t I?”

We’re outside standing by Brax’s new pool. Rocco just went for a refill, and Tim stepped out to take a work call. It had better not be about my case. Usually, I don’t care. There are weeks I work every day without a thought.

But I want a day with Evie.

“I wasn’t saying you shouldn’t have told her. I wonder how she took it.” He crosses his arms and nods inside the house where the women are huddled in the kitchen with Rocco. “Because she’s here, and she doesn’t look that upset.”

“She was upset,” I assure him. “She’s…” I look through the glass doors and catch Evie’s dark eyes. She’s drinking another glass of wine. She needs it after what I had to tell her last night.

Last night.

I take a drink, but don’t break our connection. She rolls her lips in and wets them, the tip of her tongue peeking at me in a way that reminds me how she dropped to her knees in front of me in the shower. She licked my shaft once before I dragged her up my body and told her she could do that another time. I hadn’t had enough of her pussy.

But her lips playing front and center with my cock is something I’ll never forget.

Damn.

I need to make that a reality soon.

“Whoa. If you look at her like that much longer, you’ll knock her up from a distance. Keep it PG. My son is in the vicinity.”

I ignore my friend and send Evie a slow wink.

She tries to bite the smile off her face but fails and turns her attention back to Landyn.

“Congratulations. You’ll be a dad in nine months.”

I look at Brax. “You wish your powers were as great as mine.”

Brax puts a big hand to Brian’s head and stops him mid-track when he’s running by us. “You ready to swim?”

He jumps up and down. “Finally!”

“Go get your trunks on,” Brax instructs.

Brian uses all his strength to slide the big glass door open. “Uncle Roc! Will you swim with me?”

When we’re alone, Brax lets loose. “So you’re fucking Jeff Michaels’ wife. I thought I’d seen it all, but this is a new level ofwhat-the-fuck, even for us.”

I take another drink and don’t comment. He’s not wrong, but since I’m feeling pretty good about my current situation, I refuse to apologize for it.

“I don’t want to know the details—”

I interrupt him. “Don’t worry. You’re not getting any details.”

“But.” He emphasizes the word as if it’s a slap in my face. “You’ve only known her for a matter of days. Are you her rebound palate cleanser and she’s a fun toy for a week or two, or…”

I frown. “Or what?”

“All I want to know is if I need to warn Landyn not to get attached. You know how my wife is.” He motions around us. “She’s hell bent on making this as meaningful as possible. She has no family of her own so this means something. I see her wheels spinning from here. So if Micah the homewrecker and the drug-runner’s wife is nothing but a fling, then I need to go in there right now and make sure Landyn doesn’t start adding to the family tree.”

“Landyn is stronger than you take her for,” I mutter.

“My wife is stronger than anyone I know. But that doesn’t mean I won’t do everything I can to make sure nothing breaks her heart. Her parents already did that. I won’t allow her to get her hopes up about you and the good doctor in there if it’s nothing.”

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