One look at this angel’s face and my plans changed.
No fucking way was my brother getting his hands on her.
“I’m in real estate,” I answer Aria.
It isn’t the whole truth but it isn’t a lie either.
“Real estate, huh? And is this another one you’re checking out?” she asks, running her fingertip along the marble countertop.
I resist the urge to snatch up those fingers and lick them instead, and shrug. “Maybe. I haven’t made up my mind yet. It’s one of many I’m checking out.”
She nods, her eyes searching mine before they drop for a second. “So this is like a try-before-you-buy situation?”
“Something like that.”
She smiles again. “Do you ever answer a question directly?”
I drag my gaze from her pillowy mouth to her eyes. “What?”
She rolls her eyes and my fingers tingle with the need to spank her plump ass for that show of sexy sass.
“You’re very cryptic and all mysterious with the maybes and whatnots. I’m expecting your next answer to be ‘this and that.’”
I smother a grin. “Ask me another question and let’s find out.”
“Ok. Where are you from?”
Shit.
There’s no way I can respond truthfully to that. So I shrug again and pretend to play right into her hands.
“Here and there.”
She stares at me in exasperation then bursts out laughing.
And I know in that moment that I’ll kill anyone who tries to hurt this angel.
My angel.