God help her then.
“We’re here.”
“Where?” She looked up at the gray, nondescript building before them. It was five stories tall, but skinny and in a more industrial area of Manhattan. There was nothing special about it. Nothing that indicated what it was, but it was the right building.
“This is Whip It.”
“Really?” Her forehead wrinkled into a frown. “But it’s so ugly.”
He snorted out a laugh. “That it is.” He checked his watch, the sun was starting to set and it was growing dark. “We’ll get some dinner after we meet with Travis.” He’d called him on the way to the airport, and he’d agreed to meet them here at seven, along with his head of security, who happened to be Jace.
“I’m all right. I’m not hungry.”
“You need to eat. We’ve barely eaten all day.”
She turned to him, her gaze serious. “You don’t need to take care of me, Gray.”
He raised one eyebrow. “I don’t? I thought you liked it when I took care of you.”
She blushed slightly. “I do. But I meant right now. I’m here to look after you. Not the other way around. You need to concentrate on finding your sister, not worrying about whether I’ve eaten. Although I could go grab you something to eat, if you like.”
He didn’t care what was going on, there was no way he’d send his sub out for food in New York City at night, alone.
“We’ll get something together later.” He grabbed hold of her chin, turning her head to face him. “And, Lacey, I will always take care of you. No matter what.” He leaned in and kissed her. He cursed the gearshift between them, wanting her close. Just as he was considering pushing his seat back and pulling her onto his lap, someone knocked on the driver’s window, making her scream and pull back.
With a long-suffering sigh, knowing who it would be, Gray turned and lowered the window. “You always did have terrible timing, Travis.”
Lacey’s cousin scowled down at him. “I’d say my timing was just right, wouldn’t you, Jace?”
Behind Travis, Jace nodded and glared down at him. “Any longer and he’d have been fucking her in the front seat for anyone to walk along and see.”
“Jace Andrews, you wash your mouth out!” Lacey snapped and climbed out of the car.
“You gonna get out or what?” Travis asked and took a step back as Gray climbed out.
Gray held his hand out. “Nice to see you again, Travis.”
The other man snorted and stared down at his hand suspiciously, as though he thought it might bite him. “Wish I could say the same.”
“Travis!” Lacey snapped. “Act civil.”
“He’s never been civil in his life,” Gray commented as he reached out and pulled her close against him. “I don’t think he’s going to start now.”
Travis looked from him to Lacey. “You were supposed to take care of my cousin. Not take care of my cousin. I didn’t send her to you so you could sleep with her.”
“Travis!”
Chapter Fifteen
She was going to kill her cousins. Slowly and painfully. She couldn’t believe they would embarrass her like this.
Travis eyed her briefly then turned his gaze back to Gray. “Well? How long you been fucking our cousin?”
“I’m thirty-five years old, I hardly need the two of you to defend my virtue,” she spat out, moving forward, out of Gray’s hold. “So just back off. I’ll date whomever the hell I want to date.”
“Oh, so the two of you are dating?” Travis raised an eyebrow. “How long has this been going on?”
Knowing from experience he wouldn’t give up, she let out a deep breath. Patience. Calm. Reason with him. And if that didn’t work, she’d just start smacking him.