“I can’t, Colm.”
He gripped her shoulders and gave her a quick shake. “Promise…or I’ll call the whole thing off.”
She dropped her head. “I promise.”
“No.” He gripped her face and forced her to meet his gaze. “Look me in the eyes and say it.”
“I promise,” she whispered.
“Better.” He frowned and released her. “I have to get some sleep. Wake me in three hours?”
“Of course.”
He brushed their lips together and released his hold on her hair. He moved past her down to their room.
Gia ran a hand through her mussed hair. The clock had begun to tick down to D-day. If I’m going to meet with her, I’m going to be on point. She walked down the hall and began the longest grooming session she’d ever had since leaving Jamaica. Back then, being buffed, waxed, and plucked had been a bi-weekly event. Dressed in a pair or black leathers, a black tank top, and knee-high biker boots, she looked fierce and formidable. She slicked her hair back into a low ponytail and added smoky cat eyes to her minimal makeup. She added a neutral gloss and stood up straight. I look like an old lady. The thought made her grin. As I should. She walked out of the bathroom and settled on the edge of the bed. “Lefty, it’s time.”
He moaned and rolled onto his back. “Time?” he asked, throwing his arm over his face.
“Yes, you need to get up and get dressed.”
He opened his eyes and blinked. He raked his sleep filled gaze over her and growled. “You
look like an old lady.”
“That’s what I am, aren’t I?”
“Fuck yeah, you are.” He sat up and nipped her lip. “When this is over, I’m going to make
up for all these days I’ve missed.”
“Promises.”
“Don’t I always deliver?”
His husky voice made her nipples harden. “Yes, you do.”
“Don’t tempt me. I need my head in the game right now. Tonight, that ass is mine.” He
massaged the swell of her ass.
“Keep rubbing me and we won’t be leaving on time.”
He grunted, removed his hand, and slid out of bed. “I’ll be ready to go in ten minutes.”
She waited for him on the couch. Minutes stretched like hours, and by the time he stepped
out in jeans, a black t-shirt, and his cut…her nerves were worn thin.
“Let’s ride, babe. Quicker we do this, quicker she’s out of our lives forever.”
“Where are we meeting?”
“Taffy’s, it gives us home advantage.”
She winced. “I think we’re going to have to change the name now.”
“Agreed. You might love her, but I can’t stand the bitch.”