Conceal (The Barker Triplets 3)

Not that she was considering it. No freaking way.

Betty sat back in her seat, smoothed out her dress and spoke so only Beau could hear her.

“That is the last time you’ll ever get me between your legs. I hope it was worth it.”

She was pissed.

And kind of turned on. Okay, a lot turned on.

“It was.”

“What?” she snapped.

Beau chuckled. “Totally worth it.”

“You’re certifiable.”

“Yep.”

That blurred line was bleeding all over the place right now.

“Why are you here, Beau?” She turned to him, curious as hell, and more than a little afraid. It wasn’t just about want. He was much too complicated for that.

“I think you know.”

Shit.

“Can you be a little more specific?”

His blue eyes darkened and she knew he wasn’t fooling around. There was nothing light or warm and fuzzy in his gaze. It was full on electric and every single bit of her lady parts sizzled from that one look.

“I’m going to get real specific with you, Betty Jo Barker. That’s a promise.” His eyes were back on the road once more. “As soon as we’re done at the hospital.”

She sank back into her seat, more confused than ever.

Should she be afraid? Hell yes.

Should she run away? Probably.

Did she want Beau Simon to get real specific with her?

Only if it was code for getting down and dirty in the back seat of his damn car.

Betty closed her eyes and turned to the window.

Holy. Mother. Of. God. She was in deep shit.

Chapter Thirty

BEAU WATCHED BETTY closely as he pulled up to the family house on Lake Muskoka. It was just after nine and the sun was startin

g to descend. There was a slight breeze off the lake and there were boats zipping by, pulling skiers and kids barely hanging on to the large tubes that held them.

She hadn’t said much on the trip up. Not even when the blushing officer at the Canadian border asked for her autograph and a picture.

Beau wasn’t used to her silence and suddenly, he wasn’t entirely sure what it was that he hoped to accomplish. This woman had him all tied up in knots.

“I didn’t think you’d come back with me,” he said, once he parked the car and cut the engine.