Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 146392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
“Of course not, old man. That’s the finest Scotch,” Oliver returned.
“Damon should have spanked you more, boyo.” Liam pulled his cell out. “Ian, you can stand down. It’s Damon’s kiddos. Either they’re into kidnapping or they’re following in their da’s footsteps. Did you know about this?”
“Baby? Oh, shit,” Sami said, looking from her brother to TJ. “Are the two of you together?”
“Yes,” TJ said.
“No,” Lou said at the same time.
“It’s complicated,” his mom assured Sami.
TJ was stuck on that dress. “You wore your boob dress to a date with Oliver Knight?”
There was a fine flush to her face. “I wore my…this very nice dress to a date with Miguel Garza. Who apparently turned out to be Oliver Knight. And my shoes are in the car. I took them off so I could run because I didn’t know this guy is some kind of friend of yours. He kidnapped me. He thinks you’re in league with this Jester person.”
“Oh, they’re definitely MI6,” Liam was saying. “Did you think you were the only one with spy kids? No, he didn’t copy you. Stop yelling at me. I’m trying to listen. I think TJ might kick Ollie’s arse.”
“As if he could,” Oliver retorted with a frown.
That was a kick in the gut. He thought they were friends. “Why the hell didn’t you ask me, Oliver? You had to kidnap my girlfriend?”
An elegant shoulder shrugged. “I didn’t know she was your girlfriend at the time. My intel told me Louisa Ward was single. She’s also the brains of your team. I certainly wouldn’t kidnap one of the twins. They can deball a man with their eyes. Also, I’m working with someone outside of my agency, and I wouldn’t want to threaten the twins’ secret. For heaven’s sake, Mr. O’Donnell, let the big guy know I’m not a threat to his darlings. As to why I didn’t call TJ, well, what was he supposed to say? Yes, Ollie, I’ve taken to a life of crime. I know we spent a spot of time together as children, but we’re adults now.”
“I wouldn’t say that,” his mother muttered.
“And he definitely planned on seducing her,” Sami supplied.
“Well, she did look awfully lovely in that dress,” Oliver said with a sigh. “I planned to make her time with us as comfortable as possible. She was never in any danger, mate.”
“Except of catching a venereal disease,” Sami countered.
“TJ’s absolutely going to kick his arse. Yes, Lou’s wearing that dress Kenzie talked her into. You know the one where her boobs hang out,” Liam said.
“They do not,” Lou replied, but he noticed she had to adjust the top of the dress again because they were absolutely hanging out.
“TJ, stay calm.” His mother seemed intent on being the voice of reason.
“We should get back to the office. I’m sure Big Tag will want a report,” Lou said.
She looked so gorgeous in that dress, but something wasn’t computing. “Why would you not be able to run in your shoes?” Lou didn’t wear high heels. And there was another problem with the scenario. “Why didn’t you gut this guy like you did the guard?”
His baby could be deadly when she wanted to be. Had she not wanted to hurt the big, gorgeous Brit?
“I am a well-trained operative, you know.” Oliver seemed disturbed at the thought of everyone kicking his ass.
“I borrowed Kenzie’s shoes. She helped me get dressed. And I took too small a bag. I wasn’t carrying,” she admitted.
A hole felt like it opened up inside him. All the adrenaline from before was roiling into something else. Something that made him ache. She’d slept with him all night and gotten up and carefully prepared for her date. She’d done everything she could to look sexy as hell for some guy his aunt had found for her.
Somehow in the back of his head, he’d thought she was being stubborn. That the whole dating thing was payback for him being a stubborn ass for years.
She was serious. She wanted to find someone. Someone who wasn’t him.
“Those shoes made your legs look a mile long.” Oliver was in a three-piece suit. Dressed to kill. Dressed to seduce.
Was Oliver the kind of man Lou wanted?
“I don’t know,” Liam was saying. “I think he could save this if he keeps his bloody mouth shut. TJ’s too freaked out by the fact that Lou dressed up all fancy for her date. Though she should have worn a bloody bra. Thank the heavens my Daisy dresses modestly.”
“I’m wearing a bra,” Lou argued. “It’s just a low-cut one.”
Oliver moved in, taking her hand in his. “Darling, don’t let them shame you. You look gorgeous, and I really was going to seduce you. I’ve been thinking about it since I realized we were going to have to spend time together. Come with me. I’ve got a plane waiting. We can solve this case together and set some sheets on fire.”