I look off to the side, seeing the mats that he discarded when I came in here. “I don’t know.” I shrug. “I’ll have to think about it.”
He raises a brow when my eyes meet his again and thrust his hips.
“Mmmm.” I close my eyes, letting my head drop back.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
He brings his lips to mine, stopping before they touch, waiting for my answer.
“Yeah.”
The sun starts to rise in front of me as I pull up to the empty space that the directions have led me to. There’s not a soul around, the only sounds are the birds chirping and machines working in the warehouses I passed on the way here. Any normal person would get out of their car and wait. Not me though: I’ll be sitting inside my car until I see or hear something that tells me he’s close by.
I thought that Seb and West may be here, but they didn’t even know that Darrell had called me.
That bit of information
has me wondering what is going on here. Is it that he doesn’t fully trust them? Or is it another test?
Either one wouldn’t surprise me in the slightest. People like Darrell don’t get to where they are without being cautious.
I lean back in my seat, shuffling down and crossing my arms over my chest as I let my eyes shut halfway as I think about Lexi.
I want to say that what we did at the community center was a mistake. But it wasn’t. I don’t regret a single moment of it. In fact, all I want is to do it again… and again. The only thing that I do regret, is not taking her out beforehand. That will change in a few days though, because I intend to be the perfect gentleman.
My lips lift up into a grin when I think of the faces she pulled when she was caught in the moment, not letting anything get in the way of her pleasure.
Shit.
I adjust my jeans, cursing myself for thinking about her right now.
What I felt for Geena was nothing compared to how I feel about Lexi, and we hardly even know each other. I know her past because of the research that I did on her, but I don’t know everything about her. And I want to, not only that, but I want her to know everything about me. The good, the fun, the bad, the ugly, and the sad. I don’t want to leave a single thing out.
I’ve never wanted to tell anyone about my childhood—the one that I had before I was adopted. That part of my life is locked in a safe room of its own inside my brain. I’m almost scared to open it, afraid of what I may find.
Dad and Pop only know what they were told by the social workers and that I was bitten by the dog my birth mother had. They don’t know the half of it.
I shake the thoughts from my head as I spot a big black SUV pull into the open space, the chrome wheels spinning slowly as it crawls to a stop ten feet in front of my car.
I sit up straighter, waiting for someone to get out.
The back door opens slowly, and a couple of seconds later, Darrell jumps out with a giant grin on his face.
He waves his arm at me and walks forward, the white suit that he wears blinding me as I push my door open and step out.
I look around, hyperaware of my surroundings as I swipe my arm to activate the recording device that I always wear.
“Hey,” I say when we’re in the middle of the two cars and standing a couple of feet from each other. He nods in reply and watches me through narrowed eyes.
“I have another job for you.” I open my mouth to reply but he takes a step forward, tilting his head back and looking up at me. “But first… I want to know why you’re pinging our tracker.”
I raise a brow and widen my stance. “The tracker in the cell you gave me?” This time it’s me not giving him the chance to talk as I cut him off. “Listen, man. I don’t appreciate being tracked. The reason that I am who I am is simply because I’m a ghost.”
“I don’t—”
“Hey.” I hold my hands up in the air and shrug. “You don’t like it then I can go. There’s another ten versions of you begging to work with me, but I’m doing this as a favor.”
He tilts his head to the side, watching me, assessing me.