lips, still swollen from his kiss. Her body ached for more, her traitorous brain couldn’t stop thinking of the last time…
Pushing off the glass door, she drifted toward the guest room, mind muddled with exhaustion…
And if she were honest, a little lust…
9
C allum stood outside a crumbling beach cottage on the outskirts of Savannah, glaring off into the distance. Inside, several of the Cúram’s foot soldiers were setting up a new drop house, a place where cash and drugs could be stored while under constant armed guard.
He glowered at a fresh-faced young soldier named Ned when the kid came out to grab the last unmarked moving box from the white transport van. Ned nearly tripped over his own feet as he redoubled his pace, trying to get out of Callum’s line of sight.
Yeah, Callum was in a bad fucking mood. And yeah, he was taking it out on everyone who worked for him.
Really, it wasn’t Ned’s fault, or any of the other soldiers who were stuck putting up with Callum’s ire and furious temper today.
No, it was her fault.
The nosy little blonde had caught him sleepwalking last night. What the hell she was doing wandering at all hours, he had no idea. All he knew was that he found a switchblade lying on his living room floor this morning.
Oh, and he’d spent the whole fucking night tossing and turning, suffering from a mad case of blue balls.
Fuck. It didn’t make sense. As far as he knew, in his sleepwalking state he’d thought her an intruder, then pinned her up against the French doors.
Didn’t explain why he was already hard when he opened his eyes, looking down to find Viola trapped in his arms. Or the look on her face, sort of… expectant.
Just thinking about the feel of her against his body made his pulse pick up, even standing here in the yard of the drop house.
He couldn’t stop thinking about her, wondering what she was doing while he was gone. He’d locked his bedroom door and locked her in the apartment. There was nothing incriminating for her to find…
It still made him anxious, though. For a second, he thought about installing a couple cameras, see what she was up to all day.
Then he gave himself a shake. What was he going to do, sit and watch her from his cell phone all day? At any rate, she wasn’t going to be in his house much longer. Once he figured out what the hell to do with her, she was gone.
It was better that way. Simple, easy, uncomplicated.
Besides, he’d already fucked her once. And yeah, it was goddamned amazing, but…
He didn’t sleep with women twice. He didn’t shack up with them, protect them, find himself curious about where they were and what they were doing.
It wasn’t Callum’s thing. There was no magic pussy in the world that could tame him, and that was that. He was only thinking about Viola because she’d risked herself to save him, that was all. Now he needed to put her out of his thoughts and concentrate on the task at hand.
His job today was to switch over half the drop houses from their old locations to new ones, lock down the number of associates who knew the locations, and report back to Fallon.
There was no time or energy to be wasted on blue-eyed temptresses, not today.
Mind over matter , he told himself.
Ned and the other boys trotted out, all looking like whipped dogs, waiting for the lash.
“Done?” he asked.
Ned nodded, glancing at the other two for confirmation. His dark-haired comrades just nodded silently.
“Who’s staying tonight?” Callum asked.
“Me and Connor,” Ned said.
Callum could actually see Ned straightening his spine as he spoke up, despite his nerves. Maybe he’d been a little hard on the kid today, but Ned was proving to be the leader of his little group.
Would’ve made a good SEAL , Callum thought absently.
“All right,” Callum said. “The rest of you, keep your fucking phones on. We can’t afford to lose another drop house, so I want you checking in with each other all the time. Day and
Pushing off the glass door, she drifted toward the guest room, mind muddled with exhaustion…
And if she were honest, a little lust…
9
C allum stood outside a crumbling beach cottage on the outskirts of Savannah, glaring off into the distance. Inside, several of the Cúram’s foot soldiers were setting up a new drop house, a place where cash and drugs could be stored while under constant armed guard.
He glowered at a fresh-faced young soldier named Ned when the kid came out to grab the last unmarked moving box from the white transport van. Ned nearly tripped over his own feet as he redoubled his pace, trying to get out of Callum’s line of sight.
Yeah, Callum was in a bad fucking mood. And yeah, he was taking it out on everyone who worked for him.
Really, it wasn’t Ned’s fault, or any of the other soldiers who were stuck putting up with Callum’s ire and furious temper today.
No, it was her fault.
The nosy little blonde had caught him sleepwalking last night. What the hell she was doing wandering at all hours, he had no idea. All he knew was that he found a switchblade lying on his living room floor this morning.
Oh, and he’d spent the whole fucking night tossing and turning, suffering from a mad case of blue balls.
Fuck. It didn’t make sense. As far as he knew, in his sleepwalking state he’d thought her an intruder, then pinned her up against the French doors.
Didn’t explain why he was already hard when he opened his eyes, looking down to find Viola trapped in his arms. Or the look on her face, sort of… expectant.
Just thinking about the feel of her against his body made his pulse pick up, even standing here in the yard of the drop house.
He couldn’t stop thinking about her, wondering what she was doing while he was gone. He’d locked his bedroom door and locked her in the apartment. There was nothing incriminating for her to find…
It still made him anxious, though. For a second, he thought about installing a couple cameras, see what she was up to all day.
Then he gave himself a shake. What was he going to do, sit and watch her from his cell phone all day? At any rate, she wasn’t going to be in his house much longer. Once he figured out what the hell to do with her, she was gone.
It was better that way. Simple, easy, uncomplicated.
Besides, he’d already fucked her once. And yeah, it was goddamned amazing, but…
He didn’t sleep with women twice. He didn’t shack up with them, protect them, find himself curious about where they were and what they were doing.
It wasn’t Callum’s thing. There was no magic pussy in the world that could tame him, and that was that. He was only thinking about Viola because she’d risked herself to save him, that was all. Now he needed to put her out of his thoughts and concentrate on the task at hand.
His job today was to switch over half the drop houses from their old locations to new ones, lock down the number of associates who knew the locations, and report back to Fallon.
There was no time or energy to be wasted on blue-eyed temptresses, not today.
Mind over matter , he told himself.
Ned and the other boys trotted out, all looking like whipped dogs, waiting for the lash.
“Done?” he asked.
Ned nodded, glancing at the other two for confirmation. His dark-haired comrades just nodded silently.
“Who’s staying tonight?” Callum asked.
“Me and Connor,” Ned said.
Callum could actually see Ned straightening his spine as he spoke up, despite his nerves. Maybe he’d been a little hard on the kid today, but Ned was proving to be the leader of his little group.
Would’ve made a good SEAL , Callum thought absently.
“All right,” Callum said. “The rest of you, keep your fucking phones on. We can’t afford to lose another drop house, so I want you checking in with each other all the time. Day and
Similar Books
