“Stop. Oh my god, Booth. He’s one of my best friends and he just lost his brother. I’m going to lunch with him,” I said. “He’ll keep me safe, and you know he will.”
He crossed his arms. “I’m sending a recruit.”
“Jesus, you’re insane.”
“I’m insane because I want you safe?”
“No, you’re insane because you’re acting all jealous when you know there’s absolutely nothing going on with Scooby.” I wrinkled my nose. “Being with Scooby would be like dating Rabbit.” I shuddered. “Gross.”
Rabbit was my brother. Technically, he was my foster brother, but we’d grown so close during our foster care time, we’d sworn we’d never be apart. So close, in fact, I’d taken his last name the second I’d turned eighteen. We were both gifted with computers, and I’d taught him everything I knew when it came to the art of hacking. In the end, he’d taught me a few things as well.
“Gross?” he asked, sliding his hand around my waist.
“Well, not gross in the sense of gross, gross, because Scooby’s fucking hot, but gross in the sense that it would be like fucking my brother,” I said.
“Jesus, woman, don’t put ‘fucking’ and ‘Scooby’ in the same sentence,” Wrath ground out.
“The only man I’m fucking is you, Wrath, despite having other offers,” I whispered.
“What other offers?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“It does fuckin’ matter.” He scowled. “What other offers?”
“I shouldn’t have said anything. Just forget about it.”
“We’re not playin’ that goddamn game, Sierra,” he growled.
“Just a guy I work with. He said that if you didn’t recognize my worth, he did. It’s no big deal.”
“Jesus, fuckin’ Christ, woman, you seriously don’t think I recognize your worth?”
“Ididn’t say that, Wrath.Hedid.”
“Who was it?”
“I’m not telling you that.”
“I’m gonna figure it out and when I do—”
“Ifyou do, you’re going to do nothing, because I’m here and in your bed.” I wrapped my arms around his waist. “Now, are you going to make me bacon, or are we going to stand here and talk about other men all morning?”
He gave my ass a squeeze, then went about cooking me bacon.
* * *
Wrath
I reluctantly left Sierra to go to lunch with Scooby and headed to his mom’s place just outside Monument. Jill had a little bungalow in Colorado Springs, and I’d spent many a night here in my late teens seeking refuge from my shitty life.
“Ma!” I called as I let myself in.
“Back here,” she replied.
I walked into the kitchen where she was elbows-deep in the sink.
“You really should lock your door, Jill,” I admonished, leaning down to kiss her cheek.